Wife of the Wolf, Husband of the Sun

Chapter Fifty-Nine

The camps of Harrenhal stretched out in miles and miles in every direction, even the massive castle could not hope to contain all of the guests that had been invited to the tourny and that reflected in all the tents that Jaime saw along the way. Rooms in the castles would be reserved for only the most distingushed of guests, the grounds of Harrenhal had been divided into areas with banners flying in the air to distinguish which camp belonged to who.

The twin castles joined by a bridge of House Fray, the White Tree on black boared by red and ten ravens of House Blackwood, the red horse on yellow of House Bracken, the plowman of House Darry, the naked dancing maiden on blue of House Piper, the black crow in flight of House Morrigen, the sea turtle of House Estermont, the peapod of house Peasebury, the black and white Swans of house Swann, the oak leaves of Oakheart, the beehives of Beesbury and the bull skul of Bulwer and the Lemons of House Dalt and the crowned skull of Manwoody, all danced on the breeze as they rode through the lines of tents.

High above the castle itself, on the towers which did not poke above the clouds and were facing them, the three headed dragon of House Targaryden danced alongside the stag of House Baratheon, the trout of House Tully, the golden rose of Tyrell and the speared sun of House Martell. On lower towers, the huntsman of House Tarly and the golden rowan tree of House Rowan fluttered alongside the portcullis of Yronwood and the blue hawk of Fowler.

The Lion of House Lannister and their most powerful bannermen would also be soon flying alongside them as well when room was found for them inside the castle as well. It seemed that only ones of the great houses to not arrive yet were House Stark, House Arryn and House Grejoy. Greyjoy he wasn't surprised at the absence of so far, he would be surprised if it turned out that they had even been invited, none liked the Ironborn and the Ironborn did not like them and apprently they all disliked the idea of Harrenhal, considering it was an ironborn who had built it.

The Starks made some amount of sense as well, it was a long journey from the heart of the North to get to the great castle, but since the Martells were here it was more than likely that the Starks themselves would not be to far behind them as the journey from Dorne was likely to be just as long if not indeed longer.

What did surprised Jaime was that there was no sign of House Arryn or indeed any other Vale houses, he had spent many miserable and long nights forced by his father and his maester to remember as many sigills as he could from every single corner of the realm and while he couldn't remember every single sigill, he know enough Vale sigills to know that he didn't see any of them, and a journey from the Vale wouldn't take near as long as one from the North or from Dorne.

He might have speant a little more time thinking about that if he wasn't so sore from the longride that his thighs and hips and legs ached like he was an old crone before the start of Winter and his arse didn't feel like it was about to fall off. First thing was first, as soon as he got a chamber all his own he was going to have a bath and maybe even some sleep.

The yard was almost overflowing with people, serving men were running too and fro and a wench was drawing water up from a well. Three young boys were playing a game of dice and a Dornish man was throwing knives into a wooden beam to impress two young serving maids who were watching him closely. Two stable boys came running up to take the reins of his and his uncle's horses and to help them dismount.

Ser Kevan looked as bad as he felt, they entire party had wanted to arrive at Harrenhal as soon as they possibly could and while his uncle was not in terrible shape for a man of his age, he still was not the sort of man who took easily to such a punishing ride. His uncle handed a piece of silver to one of the stable boys as he took his horse over to the stable before he turned his attention to Jaime. "Go and find your sister, no doubt the King will summon us soon enough to pay him tribute but he might be asleep or having someone else attend him at the moment."

Jaime nodded and turned away from his uncle and glanced up at the tower that had the Targaryn banner flying atop it, if Cersei was going to be anywhere then she would be in there. The bath and the bed and the food to fill his belly would have to wait but he didn't mind that, Cersei had always been enough to sustain him when he was denied of everything else.

He set off in the direction of the tower just as his Aunt Genna's wheelhouse began to trundle in through the gate. He loved his aunt but he wasn't in the mood to to have her tugging at his ear and lecturing him, he had always assumed that those things would stop when he became taller than her but if anything the lectures had only become longer and the tuggings had only become harder.

The tower was massive inside as well as out and Jaime had not even the faintest notion where to begin his search, other than that his sister and her husband were not likely to be on the ground floor of the tower. Thankfully for him, he came across a serving man who was about his tasks who told him what room that the Prince and Cersei had been settled it once Jaime had convinced him that he was the Princess's brother.

Thankfully, the guards on the door knew him and greeted him as such and let him through with no issue. Cersei was standing near the window of the room, staring out of it. She was dressed in crimson and black, rubies shinning in her hair and around her throat and at her fingers. She truly was the most beautiful woman in the world and even simply the sight of her made his loins stir with interest.

She heard the door open and when she turned to look at him, her beautiful green eyes widened in delight at the sight of him. "Jaime." She breathed, for a moment sounding as though she was overcome with emotion before she rushed over to him, throwing herself into his chest. Jaime wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose into her golden curls, she smelled of lavander and honey and sandlewood and something else that he could not describe but always seemed to remind him of his sister and that night in Eel Alley.

He didn't know how long they stood there, just holding one another but he did know that it wasn't for long enough. It was never long enough for him. As always, it was Cersei who broke the embrace first with a nervous glance cast towards the door, as if she expected someone to burst in at any moment. After a few moments she looked back at him and reached out to take hold of one of his hands, his sword hand, by the wrist. Her thumb ran over the skin gently and she smiled. "I'm glad you're here, I've missed you."

"Not more than I have you, sweet sister." And it was the truth, how could it not be? When he was alone, no matter what he was doing and what he was thinking of, his thoughts always seemed to come back to her. And he had been taking refuge in his memories of her more and more often as of late, as his Father was pushing for more and more of the match with Lysa Tully.

It occurred to him then and there that Lysa was more than likely here, in the walls of the castle. The trout of Tully had been flying high above the castle walls and her lady mother had been a Whent. Jaime only prayed that he would be able to spend a few days with Cersei before he w\s forced to spend more time with that wilting flower.

Cersei tilted up her head and caught Jaime's lips, Jaime moaned into her mouth and began to tug at the silk of her gown while moving her back over to a large chair in front of the fire. He spun them both around so that his back was towards the chair and then he sat down in it, pulling Cersei into his lap. His sister had never weighed anything when he tried to pick her up, they fit together perfectly.

He abandoned her lips and attacked her neck, nipping at the pale white skin and letting out a pleased growl when he watched the dark marks forming on her skin and again when he felt her long fingers come up to run through his own golden hair, so much like her own. He shivered deep in his bones when he felt her nails running over the skin of his scalp.

His hands came up to pull at the strings of her dress and that was when Cersei pulled away from him, her face flushed red as she tried to catch her breath and hit Jaime's hands to make him drop them down to her hips. "Jaime, Jaime we can't." She said with a whine as she started to wriggle in his lap. "Jaime, let me get up. Let me go, quickly."

Jaime frowned but did as she asked and let go of her hips and Cersei stood up and walked over to the table and picked up a hand glass, a frown appering on her lovely face and her eyes shinning in annoyance. "Uh, Jaime. You've left me with bruises, I am going to have to cover my neck for the rest of the tourney. Must you always be so aggravating?"

"If it's a choice between that and not getting to touch you again, then I would always choose to be aggravating." Jaime muttered before he stood up and walked over to Cersei, wrapping his arms around her middle and nuzziling into her neck. "I've missed you, it's been months and months since we saw each other last. I just wanted to be with you for a moment."

"And I've missed you Jaime, I swear to you that I have but we cannot afford to be stupid about this. I am the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms now, my husband in within these walls. Everyone who actually matters is going to be within these walls sooner or later, if we are caught...If there is even a whisper, even a hint about either of us, then we will both lose our heads."

Jaime knew that she was right, that they had to be more careful than they already were. But just because he knew that Cersei was right didn't mean that he had to like it and the reminder that his sister was married and that her husband was within these same walls did not help that matter at all. He didn't understand, even now, what all of this meant to his sister when all that mattered to him was her. They could just run away, right then and get as far away as possible.

He had glanced at many a map of the Riverlands in his life and he knew that there was a port not too far away from Harrenhal, Saltpans it was called. They would have to cross a river to get there but in a matter of days they could be there, over the sea and make a life for themselves in Pentos or perhaps Myr or even in Volantis or Lys.

It would be perfect, he could earn coin as a sellsword, all he was good for was his swordhand after all, and Cersei could wait for him and he would come back to her always at the end of the day. But it wouldn't be the first time that he had brought such a possiblity up to his lover and he doubted that this time the answer would be any diffrent. The crown, being a Queen, it mattered to Cersei to much for her to give it up.

The things he did for love.

A high pitched wail from the next room broke the silence that had fallen on to them by then and Cersei let out a small sigh before she turned on her feet and walked into the room, coming back out a few moments later humming to the small child in her arms and rocking her gently. Jaime wandered over to his sister and glanced down at the babe.

The golden hair was the first thing that he noticed, even now it had started to form into the curls that all Lannisters had. Her nose was dainty, an exact replica of Cersei's and her lips were like her Mother's as well. She was almost entirely a Lannister, for a moment Jaime could almost believe that the girl might be his except for when he looked at her eyes and saw Prince Rhaegar's eyes staring back at him.

It turned his stomach and he stepped away from his sister, the anger in him. Cersei spoke, as though she hadn't noticed. "She's beautiful, isn't she Jaime? The most beautiful thing in the world. Rhaegar is besotted with her as well, I am no fool of course. I know he will want a son as well, I will get to that as soon as I can. But I just want to enjoy this little one for a little while longer. Is Father here?"

The question came so out of the blue that he almost didn't hear it, Cersei asked again with that glare on her face that he always saw when he irritated her. "No, he stayed at the Rock with Uncle Tygett, Uncle Gerion and Tyrion. Aunt Genna and Uncle Kevan came with me though." Cersei did not look any happier than she did before he told her that sadly.

After a few more moments of rocking and humming the babe finally feel quiet in Cersei's arms and his sister sat down in the nearest chair and kept looking at her. After a few moments of that silence Jaime finally spoke again. "What's her name?"

"Rhaenys." His sister spoke and she looked irritated once again as she looked up at him. "I know, I don't like it either. But Rhaegar insisted that she had to have a Targaryen name and that it had to be Rhaenys. That she had to be Rhaenys, whatever that happens to mean. I wanted her to be Joanna, for Mother or Jenye for grandmother or maybe even Myrcella. But he just would not listen to me, and he didn't explain as to why."

Jaime didn't really know what to say to any of that, he had never really thought as to what he would actually name any of his children. he never honestly thought that he would ever have any that weren't with Cersei and if so then it would always be Cersei who would be the ones to name them. But no, that wasn't true. There had been those dreams when he had dreamt of himself as the Lord of Casterly Rock with Elia Martell at his side and they had half a dozen children playing at their feet.

He hadn't thought about Elia in such a very long time and those dreams had been becoming rarer and rarer, but that did not mean that he did not miss having them. He loved Cersei, he did. But every now and then he would hear something or smell something that would make him remember dark eyes or the hint of jasmine and citrus in the air.

But it didn't matter, none of that mattered. Elia was thousands of miles away and married to her savage northerner and had whelped him two children and was probably very happily in the process of whelping more for him. And yet Cersei was much the same, not as much distance seperated Casterly Rock and King's Landings as the North, but the hardly did little to sooth him when Cersei was out of his reach as well and she was being forced to have children with Prince Rhaegar.

As he stood and watched the fire burning, Cersei stood from her chair and walked back into the other room and came back out a few moments later without the babe. "I've put her back down, she'll sleep for a bit at least. I need to speak with you, Father not being here might actually be for the best now that I think of this." Cersei reached out and took his hand and stared into his eyes.

"Ser Harlan Grandison died before I gave birth, word reached the Rock didn't it?" Jaime nodded, it had not been much of a surprise when the news had came. Every time he had seen the old knight when he had been in King's Landing he looked like he was about to fall asleep, he knew even back that the man probably didn't have long left to live anyway but it was always a shame when a knight died in bed. A knight should die on his feet with a sword in his hand, if he was going to die it was the way he would want to die, with Cersei holding him in her arms as the last of his blood left him.

"There is a spot on the Kingsguard that needs to be filled, the small council comprised a list of names for the King and the Lord Commander to consider together but they haven't made a decision as of yet." Cersei smiled then, her eyes almost seeming to glow. "The King will be summoning everyone to pay him tribute in the main hall of Harrenhal soon enough, we are going to persuade him to put you on the kingsguars."

Him? A kingsguard? Father would be furious with him, he might just disown him on the spot. Jaime frowned as he looked at his sister. "But, I would be forbidden to hold on to any lands. I wouldn't be lord of Casterly Rock."

"No, no you wouldn't but Jaime think about it for a moment, you would be forbidden to hold lands or titles but you also would be forbidden to take any wives and Lysa Tully can be left to chock on that." Jaime wasn't sure he would have put it that way but he had sent that letter to Cersei that night at Riverrun so they could both try and find out a way to get him away from Lysa Tully, neither of them wanted him to marry her.

But being a kingsguard? That had been something he had wanted since he was a little boy, he had wanted to be Arthur Dayne and ride with the sworn brothers of the white sword. And he would be in King's Landing, he would be near Cersei and it would be easier for them to hide if he was expected to be around her all the time. The Kingsguard was also expected to guard the entire royal family as well after all.

It wasn't the worst idea, and he did not want to be married to Lysa Tully at alll. So, he nodded and Cersei smiled and reached up to kiss him and Jaime held her close to him as they indulged with one another. They both jumped away from one another when there was a sudden knock at the door. "Princess, your Uncle Kevan is here and would like to see you?"

"One moment." Cersei quickly shot an irritated glare at Jaime that only made him smirk as she retrived a silken scarf from one of her trunks and wrapped it around her neck to cover the bruises on her throat. "Send him in."

Uncle Kevan strode through the room and walked over to Cersei and pressed a kiss to both of her cheeks and Cersei dutifully returned them before Kevan stepped back and examined his neice. "You look well, your Aunt Genna sends her apologies. She would have come to see you but it was a long and tiring ride and she felt the need to go and lay down. Your Father sends his regards but his duties keep him busy at the Rock."

Cersei nodded and accepted the excuses with the grace that was expected from her and then Ser Kevan turned his attention from Cersei to Jaime. "We've been summoned, the King is ready to see us."

"I will becoming as well Uncle." Cersei spoke out and their father's brother frowned at that as he stared at her Cersei for a long moment, only submitting when he realised that he did not truly have the right or the status to contridict a princess and so simply sighed and turned to make his way out of the room. Cersei shot a glance at Jaime before following their uncle out of the room, Jaime following her.

Cersei spoke to one of the guards and told him to go and find one of her maids to look after the babe and once the guard had gone off to find one, they began to make their climb back down the steps to the ground level. The journey down almost seemed to be longer than the journey up, but eventually they came to the end of the stairs and set to crossing the yard.

When they reached the main keep and set to making the way to the great hall, they came across Lysa Tully and her Father. Hoster Tully was dressed in a rich blue velvet doublet and some white trouser with a red cloack clasp holding his Tully cloak in place. Lysa was wearing a gown of blue and red with a necklack of moonstones around her neck and fish breaching the water masterfully brought to life on her skirts, all wrought in red and blue thread.

Lysa let out a happy little gasp as she saw him and ran over to him, her blue eyes were filled with delight and her pale skin was already flushing red. She dipped into a low curtsey. "Ser Jaime, my Lord Kevan, Princess Cersei."

Cersei stared at the kneeling woman like she was a particually disguisting insect that had taken the liberty of crawling over her skirts when she had decided to sit down in the grass but the look only lasted for a moment and was replaced with a pale mask that showed nothing as she reached down and helped the other woman to her feet and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I hear we are to be sisters, how sweet a thought that is."

If a smile could ever be too big for a face, then the one on Lysa's face could qualify for that. "Oh yes, so very sweet a thought indeed my Princess. You have a daughter as well, don't you? When Ser Jaime and I have a daughter of our own, perhaps our own daughters will be friends. Close as sisters."

"How lovely. My heart almost bursts at joy at the thought of it." Jaime knew his sister better than anyone and he knew exactly what she wanted to say to the other woman and it would not be pleasent. Cersei looked over Lysa's shoulder, looking like she was looking for someone. "Speaking of sisters, you seem to be missing one. Where is the Lady Catelyn?"

Lysa seemed to have lost her tongue at that, spluttering over her words as she tried to speak something. It was her Lord Father who stepped in for her rescue. "My daughter remainded behind at Riverrun my princess, I am afraid that in her delicate condition she is unable to bear any traveling at the moment. Once she is feeling better, I am sure she will be well enough to attend the wedding at Casterly Rock.

"Hm." Cersei hummed as she stared at the lord for a moment and then rolled her shoulders. "One can only hope so, we were all so very shocked when we heard what had happened to your poor daughter my Lord. To be shamed, humilated in such a way. I am not sure if I would be strong enough to bear it, I hope that you will find someone for Lady Catelyn who will be able to look past all of it."

Lord Hoster looked as though he was about to frown for a moment but he caught himself and then nodded, said a few words to Kevan and to Jaime before begging their pardon and walking past them. Lysa Tully remained behind for just a moment and shly glanced up at Jaime. "There is to be a feast tonight, I hope you will consider coming to sit by me. I would like that very much, my lord." And with that, when her father bellowed for her, Lysa scurried away.

"Be sweeter to the girl Jaime." His uncle spoke as he watched her run after her Father. "She's clearly besotted with you but she's nervous as well. A few small acts of kindness before the marriage, it can make all the diffrence in the world. Eat with her tonight, speak with her and tell her stories of the Rock from when you were a boy. Get her more comfortable with the idea of living there."

"Yes Uncle." Jaime answered, all though all he wanted to do was scream that he wanted nothing less in the world than to marry Lysa Tully. He knew that his uncle wouldn't listen and if he did listen, he just wouldn't care. Kevan had always been their father's creatue and his strong right arm, sending him to deal with issues he did not want to deal with himself and supporting him in every other matter.

Aunt Genna was much the same in that regard as well, sometimes Jaime didn't understand how his Father could inspire such loyalty in his own siblings. Or maybe it wasn't loyalty at alll, maybe they were simply as afraid of him as everyone else was and they realised it was better to stand behind him than in front of him and get crushed under his heel.

Kevan nodded at his words and the turned to look at Cersei. "Cersei, I am sure you only meant to be kind sweetling, but it wasn't well done to bring up Lady Catelyn and her shame. Luckily, I don't think that either Lord Hoster or his daughter took any offense by your remarks but even so going forward be a little more careful about what you say."

Cersei's face twitched for a moment and the smile she had on her lips threatened to fall for a moment but the break in the mask only lasted for a moment before it resettled itself. "Of course Uncle, I meant no offense at all. I simply am so very concerned about Lady Catelyn, that is all. Perhaps I shall invited her to attend me in King's Landing."

Ser Kevan seemed happy renough with her answer and then he turned and they all continued to make their way through the hallways until they arrived at the massive doors which would lead into the great hall. A hearld nodded at all of them and rushed through a smaller door that was built into the wood of the massive doors and a few moments later, they were slowly pulled open in a way that reminded Jaime of a drawbridge being lowered.

If you combined the Great Hall of the Red Keep and the Hall of Heroes and the Main Hall of Casterly Rock together then you might have something that was close to the size of the Great Hall of Harrenhal, but even then this hall might still be the larger of them. It took four men on one side and four men on the other pulling in tandem to get the doors open.

Stained glass windows showing great battles, knights slaying dragons and other monsters and scenes from history let in streams of multicoloured lights that bathed the tables and the black stone of the walls and floor in raidence that was all the colours of the rainbow. The floor was covered in sweet smelling rushes and servants were setting plates and places for the feast later on tonight.

The King was sitting at the large char on the dais that was clearly mean for Lord Whent, who seemed odly absent but his younger brother was standing there on the dais, clad in the shinning white of the kingsguard with the black bat of Harrenhal emblazoned on his pure white shield. He had the honour of guarding the King with Ser Barristan, who even when balding and the rest of his hair turning as white as his armour still looked glorious.

The king, sadly, looked nothing of the sort. His hair was still as long and dirty and knotted as the last time that Jaime had seen him, but he seemed to have less of it. It looked like some of his hair had actually fallen out. He was gaunt, far more than he had been before almost like a layer of skin had been pulled over some bones. Jaime had to wonder if he even bothered to eat anymore, if he was eating then it surely was not enough.

His eyes were glancing all over the room, as if he was always looking for some sort of threat that only he could see. Eventually, his eyes landed on them and they narrowed. All three lions feel to their knees in front of the dragon, swallowing their pride and hoping to survive. The king's head turned and stopped on Cersei, his voice was a fragile as a reed but even then there was something dangerous in it. Something sharp. "Gooddaughter, I do not recall summoning you to attend me."

"I wished to see you your grace, I hope that I did not overstep myself. If you would have me leave, simply say the word." Cersei spoke softly and sweetly, never rasing her head to look directly at the King. Cersei could restrain herself, when it suited her.

"No, you may stay. Your presence does not irritate me as much as another lion's absence. Where is Lord Tywin, my dear old friend? My most reliant hand? My most loyal servant." If his father was here, Jaime wondered what he would do. He remebered what happened last time the King had called his Father a servant, it was at the tourney at Casterly Rock to celebrate the birth of Prince Viserys, his Father had withdrawn without the King's leave but he had been in the heart of the Rock then here he would just be another lord.

"My Lord brother begs your forgiveness, your Grace." Ser Kevan spoke then, ever comfortable with speaking his brother's words out of his own mouth. "Duties have fallen on to him at Casterly Rock that demands his attention and he can not leave for the foreseeable future, he has sent his grace many gifts of his esteem. A sword with a bejewled hilt made with the finest steelsmiths in Lannisport, only a sword of Valyrian steel would feel more comfortable in your grace's hand and cut as sharply. Two stallions finely breed and well trained and a dozen chests filled with gold and jewels."

That seemed to have calmed the King somewhat, or at least he did not seem quite so close to a fit of rage anymore. He raised his hand and with a wave, it was clear that they were dismissed. Kevan and Jaime both raised to their feet, but Cersei remained kneeling. "Your grace, I beg your pardon but might I ask you something? Has there been any attempt made in finding a replacement for Ser Harlan, truly I know finding a knight to replace one of his metal shall be difficult but it sickens my heart to think of your grace not being properly protected."

Now? She was going to do it now? Jaime knew that he had agree to it, that it was what he wanted but he didn't know she was going to try and get the King to do it now. Kevan glanced at him and asked him without any words if he knew what his sister was doing, Jaime shock his head slightly and it wasn't in all truth a lie. He honestly did not in all truth know.

The king stared at Cersei for a while before he finally spoke. "No, we have not. There is no one that we deem as suitable to take that spot, why Princess? Do you believe you know someone who is ready to take that spot? Someone who is worthy to protect me and those that are dearest to me?"

"I think I do you grace, a man with skill and strength and would uphold his vows to the very last letter. A man who would be worthy to serve in the Kingsguard." Cersei slowly got to her feet, her long golden curls falling around her face and down to her back as she rose. "My brother, Ser Jaime of the house Lannister."

A silence fell on the hall then, no one said anything at all as every single eye was drawn to his sister. She stood there, bold as gold and brave as lioness with her head held high meeting the King's gaze with out blinking. Ser Kevan's mouth opened and then shut and then opened and shut over and over again, his face had turned as pale as sour milk.

The king stared at Cersei, there was shock in his eyes as well but soon enough that cleared up and was replaced with something else and a slow smile stared to unfurl on his lips and for a moment the King looked like he was about to burst out laughing. He slowly turned his head to look at Jaime. "And you, Ser Jaime. What do you say to your sister's words? Would you like to have a place in the sworn brotherhood of the Kingsguard?"

Uncle Kevan implored him with his eyes to say no, Cersei commanded him with her eyes to say yes. He glanced between them both for a moment before he turned his attention fully on to the King. "My sister honours and flatters me with her words your grace, and I know that they are kindly meant but I myself can not speak to the truth of them. To be true it would be an honour to serve in the Kingsguard, what little boy when first learning how to train with his first wooden sword does not want that? But the choice cannot be mine, I would say it must be yours."

"Yes, it is mine isn't it? Well, I think I want you very much to be a part of my Kingsguard." The king spoke and then stood up, pulling himself up from his chair and staring down at all of from the top of the dais. "But not just yet, we shall wait for all the remaining guests to arrive. After all, the making a new Kingsguard is such a rare thing. We would not want anyone to miss that, to carry back word to all seven kingdoms that the Young Lion of Lannister now serves the Dragon."

"Your grace-" Uncle Kevan started but the king held up his hand and dismissed them all with a wave. Kevan swallowed roughly and then marched out of the hall with Cersei and Jaime following after him. Cersei smirking like she had caught her pray and ripped it apart with her claws and her teeth, Jaime wasn't sure if he had made the right choice but it was done now.

Once they were outside the hall and the door had been shut once again, Kevan turned to look at the both of them with his face quivering in barely supressed rage. "What have you both done?" It might have been meant as a shout, but it had only came out in a deathly whisper.

Cersei said nothing, simply smiled and pushed past their uncle. Her skirts whispering against the floor as she moved deeper into the castle.

Jaime cast a glance at his uncle for a moment, tried to look apologetic, before he moved past him and followed after Cersei.

As he always had.

End of Chapter Fifty-Nine.

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