Thursday:

Aerys II:

"You can not be serious!", the lord's face grew redder and redder. "You can not be serious!" He stared at Aerys, his pale green eyes on fire. "You can not take away my only heir." "You still have Tyrion", the king said quietly. He knew it would be a hard pill to digest for his Hand, but you reap what you sow. "I will not have this." While Tywin was usually a quiet, calculating man, this would take him aback. "Of course I can. I decide who's part of my Kingsguard and people will always take it as an honour."

Tywin half laughed, and said: "It would be an honour, for me and my house, but you're taking my only heir!" Spit formed on the father's lips, the rage making him shiver and shake.

He sighed, left the room and threw the door closed. Heavy footsteps echoed through the Red Keep. The king sat himself back, and stared at the dark oaken table in front of him. The cupbearer, a young boy of twelve, was still standing there, almost afraid to move. "Give me some wine goddamn it." He nodded, and almost ran toward him. The stream of wine was unsteady, as the hands of the young boy were shaking. His blue eyes were fixed on the cup, his blond hair growing almost to his shoulders.

His point nose stuck out and Aerys was clearly able to see his teeth. Somebody is biting his own lip. The amount of stress the boy had would almost kill him. "Cut your hair, please. People will think you're a girl.", the King said firmly. "Yes, my lord.", he whispered almost inaudible. The man waved his hand, indicating he had enough wine.

It was a beautiful day, and the sun enlightened the room naturally. Aerys didn't like it, he loved the smell of burning wax, filling the air with some kind of eerie presence. As if this presence enforced rules on how the small flame should dance on its stock, showing many shades of orange, sweating to keep up the pace.

His intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a heavy knock on the door. "In.", he said, readying himself for who would enter the room. A tall, slender man stood on the porch, his broad shoulders lower than ever, and his age clearly showing. He was balding, yet Aerys knew he wouldn't acknowledge that. Too proud for that.

"Tywin." "My king." The room immediately grew dark and cold, even though the sun shone outside, and people couldn't stand the hot weather. "I beg your pardon, my king. I reacted irresponsible and foolish. I know the situation can't be changed. You got my pardon, something lord Roger Reyne begged for. So, why? Why do you ensure that the Rock goes to Tyrion?" Aerys wanted to smile, but knew it wouldn't be appropriate. "Your boy is an able-bodied man, and as such, he will be part of the Kingsguard from tomorrow on."

Cersei:

It was a warm day in June, and Cersei wore a beautiful, scarlet robe. Her blond hair fell on her shoulders, and she wiped away some of the sweat. From a wooden balcony, she saw Jaime sparring with some stable boy. The sword kissed each other, a loud, sharp noise following. The sun reflected on each, causing a spectacle to play out before her own eyes. Of course, when Jaime saw her, he hit the stable boy with the back of his hand, causing him to destabilize.

Then, he struck the poor boy with the wooden sword. As helpless as a prey on the hunt, he fell on the ground, kissing the only feminine object he ever would. She smiled and waved softly. Jaime winked and threw his helmet on the ground. He wore a few cushions, the sort of armour low training peasants could only dream of. He slowly climbed the wooden stairs. "My little sister is watching us fight. Never expected you would do that?"

"You've done a lot I didn't expect.", she said with a little smirk. The face of Jaime clearly betrayed his real intention, yet she knew how to play it. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?", a voice said in the background. Ugh. She turned around, and, yes, her little brother was looking at her with a very arrogant smile. "What are you doing here?" "Breathing, living, maybe even drinking with a hint of fucking. What are you doing here? Aside from staring of course."

The two different eyes of the midget, a word which described her brother the best, searched for something, his nose ready to sniff some kind of weakness. A weakness he would exploit, and use it for one of his japes or cruel jokes.

But Cersei wouldn't have it. "I'm speculating how long it will take before we need to dig a grave for that weak little peasant." Tyrion completely expected that answer, she was sure of it. "Oh, if he were so weak, if he were so little, if he were so 'peasant-ly', why don't you fight him? Why don't you pick up the sword and cleave him? Or are you standing here, searching comfort in Jaime's arms? You'll find mental, physical and a third and more mature kind", he winked at her, "of comfort there."

The fire of pure hatred was enlightened in her, yet she knew she couldn't do anything. An irrational response would wake up the little birds, flying about and searching for stories to repeat till the end of times. "If you were so 'peasant-ly', you would be dead." "And not a burden to you. But, alas, you got me." He smiled and checked Jaime out.

"Beware of your little sister, she might overpower you." He let out a little laugh, and knew his bigger brother wouldn't mind it. It hurt Cersei. Repeatetly, she searched for a reason he supported Tyrion, but it was impossible to even find one. He killed our mother, divided the family and is dead weight for Father.

"Anyway, Jaime, see you soon, Cersei, you know they've got a place in the brothel for people like you.", he smiled, "I'm going to go for a ride with Ben. Harrenhal is a beautiful place after all…" Cersei didn't understand the rest, and maybe didn't want to. Even though they were all a bit fond of the little stable boy, with his brown hair and a few freckles, Cersei kept a safe distance from him.

Don't want Jaime to be jealous. Somewhere deep inside, in one of the deep caverns and holes of her heart, she did take a liking for Ben. But she knew what would happen if Jaime knew that, for she would do the same if she discovered Jaime had something for a girl better than her.

"Jaime, can you come with me ?" He nodded. Tyrion almost had to laugh his brains out. "He'll surely come with you, don't worry about that." He turned around, jumped from one foot to the other, trying to irritate her father. Father didn't like midgets and dwarves, and hated it when Tyrion acted as if he were stolen from the circus. Ben and him shook hands and mounted their horses.

"One day, I'll break his neck.", Cersei said, her body as tense as it could be. "Don't worry about him. He won't be such a burden when you finally move out. He'll stay forever in Casterly Rock, with Ben, far removed from you." "And you.", she added. "Not me, for I don't really think he's that much of a burden. I quite like his witty sense of humour." I was talking about Ben. Cersei shrugged the comment off, but firmly took the wrist of Jaime. "Now, the dwarf has left us. Will you follow me, m'lord?" Jaime grinned, and let him be pushed around by his sister.

Cersei closed the door of her bedroom and saw the stable boy cleaning up the fight between him and Jaime. "It's the last time we can safely be on our own. Tomorrow, thousands of knights will be able to interrupt us. But for now,", she opened the knots of her robe, "we're on our own."

Her robe fell to the ground, revealing her body. Jaime smiled, and cupped her left breast whilst kissing her. "We have all the time in the world." His right hand travelled more and more south, he ticked it a little. Then, he pushed Cersei on the bed. He opened his shirt, revealing his muscled body.

Cersei's hand was circling between her legs, and Jaime unbuttoned his pants. Her brother standing there, naked and confident as ever, an almost perfect reflection of herself, she couldn't control herself. "Please, Jaime, get yourself over here." He nodded, but stood there for a few seconds, holding his manhood in his hand. Moving his hand up and down, he knelt on the bed, spreading the legs of Cersei with his free hand. He slowly moved upwards, putting his manhood to work and kissing her nipples. Softly, ever faster, they made love, Cersei moaning and Jaime grunting.

Aerys II:

The hallways were well lightened, but Aerys knew he had to be fast. Rhaegar didn't like to wait, even though he was waiting on the damn king. Left, right, left, right and now through the big gate. He didn't even greet Varys, for he was in such a hurry.

There his son was. He wore his usual silver armour, the helmet in the form of a dragon, it's mouth wide open as to show the face in it. His silver hair was clean-cut, in opposition to the longer haircut he usually wore. Yet, Aerys still found himself thinking how it was possible to create a man like that.

Such a beautiful person, such a good character (or so he wanted them to believe), the gods were almost too generous to allow this after years upon years of incest in the Targaryen family. He shrugged, for he didn't really care about the gods. Religion was something for the peasants. As long as they recognized the legitimacy of the King, they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.

Rhaegar dismounted his big, black steed. He opened the mouth of the dragon. "Father. You're finely here. I thought you were having second thoughts about this tournament." Aerys saw several servants, and thought it would be better to play tough. "Me? Second thoughts? How dare you suggest something like that?!", his tone was serious, and the volume only rose. Let them hear I have authority, instead of thinking I'm a weak person.

Rhaegar just smiled, not really caring about the way he said. "No matter how you act, the peasants won't respect you.", he whispered. "Misa, give me my sword please." "Yes, ser." A boy, probably two and ten, picked up a heavy long sword, almost as big as he was. "Thank you.", Rhaegar threw a Golden Dragon at him, "Get yourself something to drink and eat." "Now they'll start begging. They don't give a damn about you as a person. They care about the money."

His son sighed, as Aerys knew he couldn't take critique. But playing the role of "the beloved prince" came so fucking easy. A little further, Viserys was readying everything. Of course, a fifteen year old boy didn't accept any help. He prefers struggling to asking for help. When he saw his dad, he waved and came over. "Hello there, how're you?" "I'm fine, you?" "Mwa. I don't really want to go to Harrenhal.", the boy said, sighing in the middle of the sentence.

"Well", Aerys said, a little irritated by the fact he had to repeat himself twice an hour, "You're obliged as the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. The people want to see you. You're either wanted the whole time, or six feet underground. That's the life of a prince." Viserys mounted his horse, and let it ride him to the gate in a slow pace.

Aerys saw the clouds gathering, and he almost wanted to pray for good weather. You shouldn't pray to the gods, you should pray to me. Sighing, he decided to leave, as the fate shouldn't be tempted too much. The gates were opened, and first, two Kingsguards rode out of it. Then, Viserys with Rhaella. At last, Rhaegar and Aerys set out to leave the castle. "How long is the ride?", Aerys asked curiously. "An hour at best."

They entered a rather peaceful landscape, hills forming hither and thither, with the wind blowing softly through his hair. The sun was hiding behind a thick pack of clouds, as rain was soon to be expected. Several birds flew their course, singing their usual anthem. Aerys thought they were announcing bad weather, but these anthems were always up to debate. Rhaegar was half asleep, with his eyes open as to not appear asleep. But I know better.

"Do you know who'll be there?", Aerys said. Rhaegar slowly turned his head, as to see who wanted to have a conversation. If Aerys were a peasant, he knew for sure that Rhaegar would've ignored. Ignoring by appearing to be asleep, an art we all have to learn at some point in our lives. "Of course, many a knight will be there." "Cersei Lannister will be there as well.", Aerys added, "Maybe you should check her out. See if you like her, for I'm looking for a suitable wife for you." Rhaegar suddenly stopped his horse, pulling it right in front of Aerys. "You don't get to decide who I marry. Yes, I'll ensure it will be a good alliance, but I decide, not you." "You're lucky no one's heard you, or your real character would've been known to the peasants. Never show them who you really are, for they'll condemn you either way. You're either too soft, or too cruel."

Rhaegar's face hardened, and he decided to continue in silence. Aerys sighed, for he wanted nothing more than his son to be a worthy prince. Worthy by act, cruel by thought. He quickened the pace, as to start a conversation with Viserys. "And, how do you like it?" Viserys looked at him, in a fashion only teenagers could. "It's a very, very, very enjoyable ride dad." The meaning of the sentence was literally drowned by the intention. "I know. That's why we're here. To have an enjoyable ride. Are you looking forward to the fights?" "Of course. The tournament will be one of a few that write the myths."

A loud sigh came out of his son. "I want to fight, father. I want to represent our house. I want to show them that I'm not chosen by heritage, but by strength." Aerys smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder. "One day, son. One day, you'll fight for us, and make me and your mother very proud of you." Oh, how lucky I am no one has seen that. His face grew pale. This thought, the thought of acting, let it be a mere thought and not a deed, for this would announce a new kind of king.

Cersei:

Peaceful. That's a good word to describe how they lay there. Cersei and Jaime next to each other, sleeping and resting. A loud noise of the gate opening was heard and Cersei removed the blanket, wanting to know what's going on. She set upright, and heard several horses enter the castle. She took her robe, put it on and went to the open window.

Eight horses entered the castle, with two white knights bearing the Targaryen flag. The red dragon on a black field waved proudly, and the Kingsguard turned around. They dismounted and said: "We announce the arrival of ser Aerys Targaryen, son of the late Jaehaerys, the Second of his Name, prince of Dragonstone, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. We are here to participate in the tournament."

A middle-aged, rather handsome man with purple eyes and silver hair shook hands with her father, and wore a crown, which clearly identified him as the King. Next to him, a rather younger fellow stood. She estimated him a year of five and ten, and she could read the uncomfortable appearance of him from all his gestures.

But then, she saw something that immediately caught her eye. She had to try her hardest to not stare, for this handsome man with a dragon helmet enlightened a certain flame in her, something she had never felt for anyone but Jaime. Even the mere thought of him, the mere smile he had when shaking the hands of Tywin, it all added up to this effect. Suddenly, two hands caught her hips. She almost jumped, but felt the head of Jaime resting on her shoulder. "Pretentious fucks.", he whispered in her ear.

She almost didn't hear it, but was suddenly pulled out of her lovely thoughts by a brute force. Jaime closed the window, still being naked. "Let's do it once more before the feast." He unknotted the robe, pushed Cersei on her hands and knees, and put it inside of her.

It was quick and harsh, but Cersei wasn't enjoying it as much as she used to. All she could think about was this man, with his dragon helmet, his shiny armour reflecting the sun and making it almost impossible to look at him. Even before the act had been finished, she stood up, took her robe, and left Jaime on the bed, naked and sitting on both of his knees, without saying a word.

Aerys II:

After they had arrived, Aerys immediately went to Kevan, the brother of Tywin. Even though Tywin was his hand, he always thought the presence of Kevan was more enjoyable. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. The short blond hair, which was so typical for the House Lannister, was still there, yet some spots began to bald as well. Age is catching up with all of us one day.

He has a close-cropped, yellow beard that follows the line of his massive jaw. His friend, if he were allowed to say that already, had green eyes and a rather fair, white skin. All these details, he must remember the details of each and every guest. For if they want to kill me, I'll know it before the act. Another shudder went through his whole body. What are these thoughts? Since when am I so paranoid of my environment? Since when do I live by the sentence "Trust No One"?

Kevan wore a crimson wool cloak, with a golden lion's head brooch. He knew Kevan also had a quilted wool doublet the color of charcoal, but didn't care too much about that. All these details, he must remember the details of each and every guest. Suddenly, he remarked the sound of two men nearing them. He excused himself, and quickly walked in the other direction. He looked left and right, but didn't see any guards.

He opened the door, but left it ajar, as to see who would come. Two men passed by, and stopped right in front of him. "So, you'll carry out the job?", a heavy voice said. The voice, the presence, it can not be? Could that be Tywin? "A man always abides his contract." "Good.", the man said approvingly. He went through his bushy golden side-whiskers with the top of his fingers, looking nervously left and right.

Suddenly, his left hand reached out for the belt, and he showed the presumed assassin a purse. "You know what you have to do. Here's the money. Valar dohaeris." "Valar morghulis", the man answered. The company split, the presumed assassin going left, the other man, going right. He didn't have a final glance at the man he thought as Tywin, but he knew he had to take precautions. Better to be safe than sorry.

His head hurt, every sound made him jump, for if a mastermind as Tywin really wanted him dead, it would be over in less than a second. He seated himself next to Tywin, and saw Cersei arriving, quite hastened and staring in the direction of Rhaegar. At the very least, if I'm mistaken, that arrangement might happen.

Cersei:

She entered the tent that had been set up for them, for Harrenhal's black halls didn't accommodate for such a big event. Aerys sat at the head of the table, with Tywin next to him. It was a very large tent, as all the lords had been gathered for this event. The planners had seated her next to Rhaegar, yet she didn't know him by appearance. Suddenly, she remarked the knight she had seen in the yard. He's sitting on the spot of Rhaegar. Could it be?

Not even letting her finishing her thought, Tywin came to her and let her meet the King. She didn't hear what he had to say, for her mind and eyes were drawn to this presence. The presence of the presumed Rhaegar Targaryen. "And this", Tywin said, "is Rhaegar Targaryen." Rhaegar didn't even bother to turn around and say hello, as he was drinking his cup of wine. Cersei made a quick movement, and seated herself next to Rhaegar. It returned, that feeling of happiness, a sudden burst of adrenaline shooting itself up her veins. "So, you are Cersei.", Rhaegar said in a firm voice. He must be checking me out. He must be. She set the knot of her robe a little looser, for she hoped Rhaegar would look for it. "Yes, I am.", she said, "You must be the famous Rhaegar." "I prefer infamous." They both laughed a little, but Cersei really didn't know what to say.

The door opened heavily and Jaime came through it. He shook hands with Aerys, nodded to Rhaegar, but looked very angry at Cersei. He seated himself next to her, as a means not to break character, for the small folk loved stability. "What was that about?", he whispered in her ear. "I wanted to meet our guests, rather than stay with you."

Rhaegar was clearly following the conversation. "What were you two doing that he was so angry you left him?" "Oh,", Cersei shrugged and did as if she didn't care for her little brother, "We played a certain game and my little brother is rather competitive. As such, he didn't like that I took away the pleasure of seeing me lose."

Rhaegar laughed, and added: "You should loosen up a bit, Jaime. Games only take you so far, am I right, Cersei?" She grinned, and turned toward Rhaegar, as if to pretend Jaime wasn't there. After almost a minute of heavy silence, the door opened once again. Tyrion had arrived, and seated himself next to Jaime. "Oh, I like me some triangles.", he said in a mocking voice.

The feast went on for hours, but the situation didn't become any lighter. The mood darkened, for both Jaime and Rhaegar were fighting over her. Oh, I love seeing Jaime like that. He's fighting for me. Tyrion was making comments about "triangles", "the murder plots of long-gone historical lords" and "dancing with the dragons", yet nobody could really understand what he was hinting at.