For The Throne II Jaime & Cersei
Tall pillars of smoke billowed from where the Great Sept had once overlooked the City.
That should have been the first sign to Jaime as he returned to King's Landing. The first sign that something was wrong.
Was his sister still alive? He had known she were due to undergo a trial in the Sept. Had the North landed in the city whilst he'd been away. Gods, if they had...
Both he and his horse were drenched in sweat by the time they'd raced to the Keep, Jaime making his way to the Great Hall. But when he entered...silence.
The hall was packed, the quiet hanging heavy over each and every person present.
She didn't seem to notice him at first. Not until she was seated upon the Throne, crown resting on her brow.
Sweet sister, what have you done?
The question was only in his eyes as she caught them with her own. She responded with a hint of a smile, so minor that no one aside from Jaime would have picked it up.
He found her in her chambers that night, entering the room without an invitation.
"Tell me what is going on, Cersei. I demand to know."








