CERSEI AND JAIME’S STORY — part 2: captivity “I do not require your help. It was our father’s presence that I commanded.” “Yes,” he said quietly, “but it’s Jaime you want.” His sister fancied herself subtle, but he had grown up with her. He could read her face like one of his favorite books, and what he read now was rage, and fear, and despair. “Jaime-”










