Thank you for the reviews. :) Here are my replies

Princess Rosalind of Underland: Yeah, it was a jerk move for him to react like that too and she definitely didn't expect that!

Rakaia: Well Jaime certainly won't be leaving for the free cities in this, but he will be heading North, away from her, at some point, perhaps soon! But I will also point out he's not blameless in this fic either.

garcianoah650: Definitely understandable, and if you thought that argument was something, wait till you see the one in this chapter!

LittleSillyBilly: The pregnancy may indeed be a 2nd chance for them, but there will be a lot of bumps along the way if so!

dinacarter: It definitely did not go as planned! Glad you found it well paced! :)

RhaenaTargaryen: Sorry about that! I'll try to add trigger warnings in the notes from now on if there is torture or something gruesome. Hopefully this chapter doesn't need it in spite of the ending.

Over the next several days, he seethed with rage whenever he thought of Cersei. She'd fucked Lancel. Lancel, their young cousin who was nothing but a pale imitation of him and just a boy. She probably fucked Euron too. Hell, maybe she'd even fucked Moon Boy for all he knew.

He avoided Cersei at every opportunity, not that there were many..

Cersei seemed to be avoiding him as well, which gave him mixed emotions. On one hand, no pun intended, he was relieved. He didn't want to face her, yet. On the other hand, who in seven hells did she think she was to avoid him when she was the one in the wrong?

A week had gone by now, and rumors had reached his ears. Rumors that Daenerys' dragon, Viserion, had gotten out of control and breathed fire on several dozen of Daenerys' own men, killing dozens and injuring even more, before flying off. Some said he must be being controlled by the Night King. Others said the Dragon Queen simply couldn't control her dragons anymore.

With a dragon now likely under the Night King's control, he realized they all needed to band together to fight this undead invasion. Otherwise, they would all die. Him, Cersei, and that child she carried inside her as well. He would force himself to face Cersei and make sure she really planned to help fight this threat. Then, after the white walkers were taken care of, they would surrender and retire to Casterly Rock. Cersei would not win any war against one who not only had three, well no, two dragons, and whose soldiers outnumbered theirs five to one. She would die trying to keep her throne and he wouldn't let that happen. Not that he would be telling him about this part of his plan yet.

With his new motivation, he approached her chambers.

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To his disappointment, she was not in her chambers. She could be out walking in the gardens, sitting on the Iron Throne demanding things of people, or even in the privy.

He doubted he would find her in any of those places, though. Instead, he took a chance and headed to the dungeons. He'd be surprised if she weren't down there observing torture of the Sand Snakes, Septa, or any other enemies she may have locked down there.

As he entered the dungeons he heard a man's laughter, followed by the sound of Cersei's muffled voice. He wasn't able to make out what was being said, but he followed the sounds, enraged. Cersei was clearly with a man, likely Euron,behind a closed door, likely alone, and that could only mean one thing. His body shook with rage as he opened the door and stepped in. What he saw, however, was not what he expected to see.

Cersei was on a large couch, as was Euron, but naked they were not. Instead, in Euron's mouth was a large horn, at least three feet long. He instantly recognized it as a dragon horn. He had heard rumors of the Iron Islands having owned such an item, and he'd read and seen drawings in some books.

In spite of the laughter he had heard, Euron seemed in a trance, and Cersei seemed completely mesmerized watching him. Neither even turned towards him when he opened the door. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves rather well. He got a sinking feeling. So it wasn't the Night King who had turned Viserion. Euron and his horn had taken control over the dragon.

With some difficulty, as he only had one hand, he yanked the horn out of Euron's mouth.

"Jaime! You idiot! Do you know what you just interrupted?! Give that back now!" Cersei exclaimed.

"You idiotic cripple. You know my soldiers could have you locked in the dungeons for what you just did. And I think I will." said Euron, dazed and annoyed.

At that Cersei turned on Euron. "You will not be locking my brother up anywhere. This is my castle. You are only here to serve ME. You will never speak to my brother that way again."

"Dear sister, can we talk in private, now?" Interrupted Jaime.

"Later. Return the horn to us now and there will be no punishment. If we have to take it back by force, I don't think you'll like it very much dear brother," replied Cersei coldy.

"I will return it once you and I have a word in private. Or would you like me to talk about everything, and I do mean everything dear sweet sister, in front of Euron here?" He asked.

Cersei looked flustered. "Fine. Euron, leave us," Cersei commanded.

"But that is my Dragon Horn," he protested

"I will ensure you that it will be returned to you after I speak with my brother. Now leave us," she replied sternly.

Euron rose and turned to leave, stopping when he reached the door. He turned back, glancing at him, then at Cersei. "If any harm comes to my dragon horn, I will see him skewered on the city gates."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Cersei as Euron grabbed the door handle.

From his position, Jaime could see Euron give an eye roll. Luckily for Euron, Cersei could not see it. His rage intensified when he realized it was Euron's lack of respect, not the words he said about skewering him, that Cersei was concerned about.

"My queen," said Euron, turning around to bow before he took his leave, leaving the door open. Jaime shut the door just in time to see him walking away and raising his arm behind him to make an obscene gesture, presumably directed at Cersei. He was tempted to call him out on it, but the matter at hand took precedence.

He returned to the room, shutting the door behind him. "How and when did we acquire a dragon horn! When were you going to tell me we had a dragon under our control?" He asked, setting the horn down on the floor behind him. It was far too heavy to hold any longer, especially with only one hand. What in seven hells was it made of?

"You had no need to know. As to how, I'm sure you've heard the rumors. Even better, Qyburn has been examining the horn, to see if it's possible to make duplicates. Soon we may very well control all three dragons."

"Why do we need to control the dragons?"

"To win the war of course," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"A war we agreed not to fight until after the White Walker threat was taken care of, remember?"

At this Cersei laughed. "I'm no fool, dear brother. The white walkers will deplete our enemies. With that, and one, and soon two, and then hopefully all three dragons under control, we will ensure our victory."

"So everything you said in the dragon pit was a lie?"

"Yes," Cersei answered, looking unashamed.

"Thousands will die!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Just as with the Sept, I had no choice. If we sent our armies what do you think would happen to us after the white walkers are dealt with? Don't be so stupid, Jaime."

"Let the dragons help in the battle against the white walkers at least. Wait until after the war against the dead is won before taking control over them. If the dragons help against the white walker threat there will be far fewer casualties."

"I want there to be casualties. The more the better. Even the combined forces of our armies, the Tarly army, Euron's vast army and fleets, and a dragon may not be enough to defeat them, as they still outnumber us five to one. Even if Qyburn succeeds in making duplicates of the horn we are still safest the more casualties there are."

"And what of Euron? How do you plan to keep him and his men and ships on your side? He's not going to be content to idle by helping you keep your throne. He will want your power. At best to share, but more likely he will not be content with only that. Furthermore, If you think I'm going to stand by again and watch while you are wife to someone else, you are even madder than I thought."

"And what will you do, dear brother? Euron has been quite useful. After all, it was he, not you who captured Myrcella's killers for me. I will not discard him. Not yet, anyway."

"I will leave, for where I don't know." He lied. He knew he would go north. He wisely neglected to mention that he would take her armies with him. If she knew that he didn't know what she would do. "Furthermore, He may have captured Myrcella's killers, but it was I who killed Olenna Tyrell for you during that raid on High Garden two months ago."

She glared at him, her face red with fury."You let her drink poison. She killed our son and you gave her a merciful death!" She exclaimed angrily.

"She had the poison vial in her hands already! I was stunned after her confession. I am sorry I didn't move fast enough," he defended. In truth, his hesitation was deliberate. Joffrey had been a bad seed and he felt sympathy for the old woman. No one could blame her for doing what she had to in order to prevent Margaery from having to live with Joffrey's cruelty. He would have done the same for Myrcella.

"Yes, well your hesitation cost me my vengeance. I had so many things planned for Joffrey's killer. I'd always thought it was the imp though. I still can't believe he had nothing to do with it. However, he still killed father and for that, he will pay."

"Yes, he will," replied Jaime. However, this time his heart wasn't really into it. After Tyrion's explanation for his motivation, he could understand, even sympathize with what he had done.

"You wouldn't really abandon me, would you?" Asked Cersei quietly.

"Perhaps I should, how do I even know that child is mine? I can't trust you. Not since finding out about Lancel."

She gave him a hurt look. "It is yours, I wasn't with anyone else. Not since Lancel. I have not slept with Euron either, in spite of what you may think." She approached him, trying to embrace him.

He backed away, he had to know one thing first. "Were there others, other than Lancel?"

"How could you ask me that? Of course not!"

He could tell it was the truth. It still hurt like hell, but he was glad there had been no others. However, he still had yet one more question to ask before he would allow himself to fall back into her arms. "You won't marry him, will you?" He knew he would stay, but only if she'd be true to him. He did not want her married to another man. Not again.

"If I have to marry, to keep his armies and fleets, then I will."

He felt his blood boil. She really would do anything to rise and stay in power. Let thousands die. Fuck Lancel. Marry Euron. He'd had enough. He'd made up his mind. He would take control of the Lannister army, and the Baratheon and Tarly armies too if possible. Daenerys need never know he was going against Cersei either. He had controlled the armies many times before. He would simply tell them all the Queen had given him the command. Tyrion and his spies may be a problem, but he reckoned he could convince Tyrion to keep quiet if he could get the armies to go north.

"I will go north then! I will take your armies with me. They have always followed my command and gossip is already rampant that you are even madder than the Targaryen girl. I will not allow you to let innocents die!"

Her face registered first shock, followed quickly by hurt which quickly turned to rage. "I will have you murdered for treason for even thinking of doing such a thing."

"You will not. When I return from the north you will surrender and retire to Casterly Rock with me."

"I will do no such thing!"

"You will for the sake of your unborn child. You cannot survive otherwise, even if you were to somehow control all three dragons. Not with an army of gods knows how many white walkers and wights, as well as all the troops and allies Daenerys has. Troops that need I remind you outnumber ours five to one."

"We will slaughter the white walkers with dragon fire if and when they arrive here."

'If it were that easy, they would have done so by now,' he thought to himself. Outloud he said, "Why not just wait to control the dragons until after the white walkers are defeated? It will be easier for you to fight against humans than the dead!"

She laughed. "It's a bit too late for that, dear brother."

"What do you mean? Just command Euron to stop controlling Viserion!"

"Even if I wanted to do that, Viserion would never be a normal dragon again. The horn binds both the dragon and user to it. When Euron isn't controlling it, it sleeps. No one else can control it either. I didn't believe Euron at first. I thought he must be lying, to keep it all for himself. But, I tried, as did Qyburn and some of his more trusted little birds. It will only work when Euron uses it. Quite a bit of a problem really, our biggest weapon could be killed while Euron sleeps, which is why we need Qyburn to hurry up on making duplicates. Somebody should be controlling one of the dragons at all times."

"Fine then, let Euron control Viserion all he wants. But if Qyburn succeeds in making duplicates, don't take control of either of the other two. At least not until after the white walkers are defeated."

"Let me think about that," replied Cersei, moving away to pour herself some wine. She casually took a long sip before replying.

"No, Nope, Never, Nada. Not in a million years. " she finally replied.

"Why not?"

"It's too risky. As I said before, we need there to be casualties."

"I will not let thousands die just so you can keep a throne that has caused us both nothing but pain!"

"It's not the throne but the people who try to take it all from us," she replied.

"Be that as it may, this isn't worth it any longer."

"To me it is. This is all I have left."

"You have your unborn child, and you have me."

"I do not think this child will make it to term. The witch told me I would only have three children. Gold their crowns, gold their shrouds, she told me."

He groaned inwardly. He hated when she talked about prophecy as if everything was predestined. They made their own destiny. There were no gods. No fate. There was only people and the decisions they made. "That was merely a coincidence. Witches aren't real. No one can know the future. Besides that, you still have me. You'll always have me."

She glared at him. "Always have you, yet you talk of leaving me."

"I would come back after the threat was defeated. Or I will stay just as long as you do not marry. I refuse to watch it again while you are wife of another disgusting pig."

"I have to marry and I will marry. The child will need an official father and I need Euron's support. He controls Viserion and several ships and troops. We need him. I was going to wait a while to tell you, in hopes we'd be on better terms, but it seems now that may never be. I am to marry Euron in a week's time."

"You will not. I forbid it."

"I will. I have to."

Then I'll go North and I'll earn the trust of the Dragon Queen if it's the last damned thing I do! I'll tell her everything!"

She gave him a cold look. "You would betray me like that? Cause my death?"

"Perhaps not. Perhaps I'll plead for your life." He forced a smirk. "Perhaps she'll allow you to be my prisoner in Casterly Rock. If Tyrion doesn't want the Rock, that is. You could well end up being his prisoner instead."

"This lovely little fantasy of yours will never happen. It is you who will be my prisoner! Gu-"

He moved fast, grabbing her arm with his only hand and placing his golden hand over her mouth before she could finish her call for help. Shit. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. He shouldn't have told her of her plans. What to do now?

Before he could ponder things further he felt something cut into his flesh. He reacted promptly, moving both his real hand and his golden one over her throat. While crushing into her throat with his golden hand he squeezed with his other. If he was going to die, she was going with him. They came into this world together and so they would leave together.

A bit of a change from when I'd originally posted this fic and chapter! The original version didn't have her stabbing him and him chocking her in self defense, instead he choked her because he was enraged when she chose power over him.

Would love any reviews. I'd especially like to know what anyone who has read both versions thinks of this change! Haha almost seems like I could end it here too. I won't tho, but the more that review the likelier I'll update sooner! Will be sending the next chapter to my beta in a few days.