Bleeding Ivory l Robb Stark

barriers

It was no secret that Cersei Lannister was a hateful woman. Her body fuelled with nothing but spite, anger and hatred so in truth no one expected her to take a liking to the Tyrells and though she could tolerate Lady Olena of house Tyrell – she couldnt stand her granddaughter Margaery Tyrell. In her eyes nothing more than a high bread whore who seeks to sow her seeds of lust into any man who claims to be the king.

First Renly Baratheon and now Joffrey. But thats not what fuelled her dislike. It was her performance. Cersei heard whispers of her oh so kind heart, visiting orphanages, aiding the maids –

She was nothing more than a washed down version of Joanna

Even as a child Cersei would grow irritated by Joannas naiviety towards the people of the Capitol. Visiting Fleabottom and handing over her jewels as if it were a slice of wine but in the very least it was done out of genuine care and love. Shed look at Joanna and assume she got it from Jaime.

She would never say it but she always felt like Joannas least favourite parent. She adored Jaime and the ground he walked upon, shed spend so many hours of her day trailing behind Jaime and Ser Barriston Selmy. She wanted to learn a great deal from her real father and her

She knows Joanna loves her but if given the chance she knew shed always be second best to Jaime.

But that's whats so admirable about Joanna – even at her lowest Joanna never allowed Cersei to feel horrid about her motherhood. She'd never allow herself to feel less like the queen she is while Margaery on the other hand was a constant reminder that she could be replaced as queen. And though she showered her with compliments Cersei could see through her retched smirk that the words were laced with venom.

"Over there in that corner is the ashes of Aeron Targeryen- Aerion Brightflame they called him. He thought drinking wildfire would turn him into a dragon." Joffrey boasted with Margaery giggling at every word that left his mouth. Cersei and Olena turned to the betrothed to be

"And of course theres the mad king. Killed by my uncle Jaime. Would you like to see where the last Targaryens are buried?" He eagerly asked her

"Are you sure Lady Margaery doesnt find this all this overwhelming?" Cersei questioned unimpressed by the pairs theatrics to sell themselves as the perfect king and queen

"Not at all your grace. I'd love to their tombs. Its like taking a walk through history." Margaery answered looking back to her prince. Joffrey put his hand on her waist and escorted her out of the Sept of Baelor. Cersei and Olenna returning to their conversation.

"You were married here your grace? Must seem like only yesterday."

"Seems like a lifetime ago." Cersei silently agreed

"Your husband, was he buried here as well?"

"No, he wanted his remains to be returned to Stormsend." Cersei spoke light heartedly because in truth whether he was in Stormsend or in a river filled with horse shit she no longer cared to pretend that she ever had feelings for Robert Baratheon.

"Such a tragedy."

"A very predictable tragedy. Hunting and drinking dont mix." Cersei coldly replied

"I should say so. My sons a hunter, helps him forget hes never been a mile within a real battle." Olenna spoke with discourage about her own son

"I seem to remember he laid siege to Stormsend Cersei replied with deep interest of the woman she now grew to at a mutual aspect respect." Olenna only laughed as she looked to the young queen

"All he laid siege to was the battles banquet table and command tent. I told him to stay out of Robertss rebellion. He had no business fighting an actual warrior but we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave but they do seem to yearn for it. We shower them with good sense and slides right off like wind through the rain." The atmosphere changed between the two – they were longer speaking as leaders of their houses but rather mothers whose only concern was to see their children safe and alive and given Cersei's first born it has become a struggle to keep her safe