A Lion Still Has Claws II Jaime & Cersei
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He watches as the sun makes its slow ascent above the city and he realises he has not slept since the previous morning. He had watched the sunrise then, too. But Cersei had been in his arms. He lays abed alone now.
Doubtless she will wake in wedded bliss a few hours from now. She had been so eager for the marriage, so eager to become Queen. She had played the blushing bride, accepted her new husband's kisses and caresses.
Jaime had stolen away to his rooms before the bedding. He had opened the throat of the last king he had been sworn to protect. He would not do it again.
Once the sun is fully risen, he rises too, commanding his serving boy to draw him a bath. He wallows in the warm water for perhaps a little too long, trying to make sense of what his life means now. He is certain Cersei will no longer need him. After all, she has the great Robert Baratheon to satisfy her every need now. He could most like steal away from King's Landing and she would hardly notice.
He eventually makes his way to the hall to break his fast and is somewhat startled to see her sitting alone, looking a far cry from the picture of joy she had been a day ago. It is then that he elects to leave his food and instead approaches the dais at which she sits. As hurt as he is, she seems to be hurting too. He will not neglect her.
"Your grace," he gives an exaggerated bow. "Might I escort you for a walk around the city walls?"
