This was betad by RhaenaTargaryen long ago. I've taken forever to get it back up on here. It was originally a part of my "A Dynasty For Us" fic and I wasn't sure whether or not to keep it there. I feel the fic kinda got too off track including all the stuff with the lions. So I'm posting it as its own fic. This will be a 2 chapter or maybe 3 chapter fic. And you don't need to have read A Dynasty For Us to understand this one. Also, check out my other fic with the lion cubs: The escaped lion cub.

Jaime smirked in smug satisfaction as he headed toward his chambers. He'd just spent the night in Cersei's. She had told him of her plans to announce her engagement to Euron, and she'd been very keen to prove to him that it was all a ruse. Euron was growing increasingly frustrated and it was either this or that she fuck him, and she did not, she assured him, want to sleep with the disgusting pirate. It was a pity that even with the Golden Company's ships and men, losing Euron and his men would be a huge detriment to them. She assured him that the wedding would never happen. She would marry one man again and one man only, her twin, the other half of her soul. Once Daenerys was dealt with, that filthy pirate would be disposed of; though to Jaime's chagrin, perhaps, not in as such a cruel matter.

Once Daenerys and Euron were both gone they would marry. Brother and sister would become husband and wife; after all, If the Targaryens could be above the laws of gods and man, then so, she assured him, could they. She'd promised a lavish wedding, one even more so than hers to Robert had been. If all went according to plan, by this time next year, she would be his wife, and every single person in the seven kingdoms would know that she was his and his alone.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he walked right into something.

He gasped in shock as he came to a halt. It was a bed. A bed?! What was a bed doing in the hallway blocking the path?

As he eyed the bed closer, he could see gold sheets and satin red pillows adorning the bed. Wait...

This wasn't just any bed. This was his bed. What in seven hells was his bed doing out here in the hall?

He glanced ahead as he tried to maneuver his way around. What. In. Seven. Fucking. Hells.

In the hallway were various furnishings and other belongings of his scattered about, and several guards were leaving his chambers, each carrying various things.

Glued to the ground in shock, he examined the chaos. What was the meaning of this?! Cersei was the only one who could give orders such as this. Had she decided to have all of his things moved to her chambers? That must be it.

After he'd left her, he'd headed to the privy to do his business. While he was there she must've been setting all this up. She was not only choosing him, she was blatantly doing so when Euron would surely find out. His heart sang.

"Hello, Kingslayer."

He gritted his teeth at the nickname and turned around, coming face to face with the pirate he couldn't stand. "Euron. What a surprise to see you here."

"Could say the same to you. You weren't in your chambers this morning.".

Euron's accusatory tone did not go unnoticed by him. "I like to go for an early morning walk. It really clears the mind."

Euron laughed. "Perhaps so, but I don't imagine there's much to clear there!"

He let out a heavy sigh, full of annoyance. "What are you doing here, Euron?"

"Well cut right to it, why don't you," Euron replied. "I'm overseeing the guards, making sure they follow my orders. And that they don't damage anything of yours, like all those mirrors I'm sure you own."

"You're responsible for this?" So Cersei hadn't ordered this? She hadn't wanted him to move into her chambers?

"Well, fuck, yeah! Who else would be?"

"You have no authority!" He said, balling his hand into a fist, hot with anger.

Euron smirked at him. "Careful. Careful. You're talking to your future king."

Jaime raised an eyebrow. "And how do you think the Queen will react when I tell her that you ordered her guards around as though you were already king?"

"Who do you think told me to do this?" Asked Euron.

He shook his head dismissively. "Cersei would never."

"But she did," said Euron smugly.

"She did not," said Jaime.

"She did so."

"She did not."

"Did so," said Euron.

"Did...I am not going to argue with you as though we are small children! I will summon her myself. Guards!" He called.

Two nearby guards rushed forward.

"One of you find a handmaiden and have them tell the Queen to come to her brother's chambers immediately."

"Aye, Ser. I will find one for you," replied one guard, before turning to leave.

"Want to hear the story of how I became King while we wait?" Euron laughed. "Of the Iron Islands, I mean. You'll get to watch the other happen as the weeks and months pass by. Wonder if the Queen has set a date. I'm partial to February. How about you?"

Jaime gritted his teeth and bit down on his tongue so hard it drew blood. He wanted to shove the leg from his nearby discarded chair into Euron's big fat stupid mouth and watch him choke to death on the delicately crafted wood.

Euron prattled on and on about himself, while Jaime did his best to drown out the sound of his annoying voice. Euron seemed to be undeterred by the fact that no one was listening to him.

Finally, Bernadette came into view and Euron stopped his inane chatter. She addressed them both. "The Queen is taking a bath and does not wish to disturb herself, except in case of an emergency."

"Tell the Queen this is an emergency," Jaime said.

"She would have my head if I dared lie to her."

Exasperated he began to storm off to his chambers, before remembering that he no longer had chambers. He turned heel, off to sulk in the gardens.

"Wait!" Bernadette called.

"What?" He asked.

"She'll meet with you both after the midday meal to discuss what this nonsense is about. Her words, not mine."

"Fuck yeah! You're gonna look so silly. Even more so than already," said Euron, smirking confidently at him.