“Angry with you?” He spat. “Yes, I suppose I am. At you, at father, at that great cunt you’re about to wed…at the entire fucking world.”
Jaime Lannister had always been quick to anger, however oft times he had forced himself to control his rage. But not now, not as he glared towards his perfect golden twin who, no doubt, would be ruined from carrying babe after babe for that great oaf.
He had never thought of her bearing babes, at least not for anyone but him. He never wanted to be a father, of course, but if anyone’s seed were to quicken in her belly, it should be his any no one else’s.
Downing his wine, he continued his tirade.
“We had a chance, Cersei. We could have fled to Essos, lived our lives together there. But then you looked upon Robert and you fell in love. And now, instead of being mine as you were always supposed to be, you decide you want to become some King’s whore.”
He expected her to hit him, but he didn’t care. How could being struck hurt any more than what she was already doing to him?
“I’ve seen what he does to those girls in the whore houses. But they let him come back because…well, who would refuse a king who pays them so handsomely? But you…”
He advanced on her then, fighting the urge to grab her as he would a man.
“He won’t be paying you, and you can’t refuse him, as is your duty. I doubt I’ll be listening to you being fucked willingly.”
The notion of anyone forcing themselves on his sister turned his stomach, but she had chosen to ignore his pleas for them to take that boat and sail east. This was her own doing.
“In fact, I doubt I’ll be listening at all. I’ll leave the Kingsguard, since you are so adamant that this is the life you want. Father can find me a suitable bride and I will return to Casterly Rock. So yes, this is over for us. We had our chance to be together.”
He turned away quickly, so she wouldn’t see the tears that were suddenly welling in his eyes.
“How innocent you are, brother,” Cersei spat. “You speak of all this as if I had a choice in the matter.”
She got up from the bed, her coquettish manner replaced with sheer venom. Fire in her eyes, acid in her mouth.
“I was supposed to marry Rhaegar, if you recall. Father was going to make the match before he married that Dornish bitch, and then again when she inevitably died in childbirth. That didn’t exactly go to plan, did it.”
“And so when the kingdom comes tumbling down and no-one’s quite sure where Father’s loyalties lie, how better to prove it than with a human sacrifice?”
“You have no idea how fortunate you are. You can choose to avoid your fate by swearing into the Kingsguard. And then you can choose to just abandon that vow when it suits you, because things got a little difficult for you to deal with.”
“How wonderful it must be to make your own choices. To choose if you marry, whom you marry, to commit for life or not.”
“I have nothing. No power in this world whatsoever. You’re quite right, my new husband can choose to be kind or cruel, to take me whenever he pleases, to have other women as well as me, to bring forth as many children as he wants without fear of recrimination or death.”
“I have no such choices, no such power. I am his subject and his slave. Desirable only so long as I am fruitful and useful.”
“If you leave me here that’s what will happen to me. I will be utterly subject to the whims of my husband and those around me. I will have no defence. No protection.”
“Do I truly mean so little to you, as a sister or as a lover, that you would abandon me to such a fate, Jaime?”
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