End of Youth / Tommen Baratheon (2.2)

36. Kill Them All

"Oh my Gods, Tommen!" Rieka declared. It took her a while to find him. But he lay motionless beside Jon. "Jon! No, Gods no," Rieka wept over them. 

The battle was over, they won, but they lost their king. Rieka lost her brother, her husband... Arya was still nowhere in sight, she assumed she was dead too. 

Jamie on his way to Cersei in the crumbling halls of King's Landing crept along, his mind set on one thing. 

Completely out of the blue Ellaria sand emerges and stabbed him in the chest. Ellaria was stuck in the dungeon and forced to watch her daughter's slowly be poisoned to death by the Lannisters, she thought she would repay the favor. It was also the Lannisters responsible for her lover. Oberyn's death. So she was going to kill Cersei's lover. 

She's broke free through the destruction caused by the attack, her daughter was dead but she still had some fight left in her for vengeance. 

But as Jaime clings to life, choking for breath, Ellaria ready for her speech, she watches him pull at his face. Confusion filled her.  It isn't Jaime at all.

It was Arya using Jaime's face as a mask to kill the Queen. Ellaria recoils in shock as Arya spits up blood. 

"Hell bitch," Arya spat, choking up blood, Ellaria ran for her life while Arya lay coughing, choking, bleeding out. 

"Cersei," Jaime remarked, the real jaime. Cersei smiled back at him. 

"We won." Cersei declared. 

"TOmmen, I just saw Rieka... he's dead." Jaime corrected. Cerseis face fell turning to the window. "Our baby boy is dead." 

"Then I shall have a kingdom of one." Cersei agreed pushing down the pain. The witch was right, Cersei knew this day would come, she was just waiting for it. 

"Cersei-"

"It's finally over." Cersei declared turning to face him.  "We have won the throne and the battle of the undead." Cersei reminded him closing the distance between them.  "Daenerys and the northern army have all but been destroyed and nothing stands in our way."

"What of RIeka?" Jaime countered. 

"She has Tommen's heir, I shall rule in TJ's name until he comes of age." Cersei answered as if it was obvious.  "We have much to celebrate but first I must send a signal," Cersei remarked her mind working faster then tongue could speak it. It was a decisive blow but a needed one in Cersei's mind. "I want death brought to  anyone who was loyal to Daenerys." Cersei demanded. 

"We never would have survived without them." Jaime corrected. "They dont need to die, they already bent the knee-"

"Jaime go," Cersei corrected. "Go and kill them all."

"Very Targaryen of you." Jaime remarked. "I was there when Aerys shouted out to burn them all." He reminded her. "When the Stark's burned, I saw the mad king turn first hand." 

"Dont question me Jaime." Cersei spat back. 

"I love you, Cersei." Jaime whispered plunging his sword into Cersei and killing her for good, the Kingslayer was now also the queen Slayer.

Rieka stared back at him silently as he clung to Cersei, but unable to live with himself he hugged her tight pushing the blade through them both, Rieka gasped out her hands going to cover her quivering lips. 

"This fucking family." Rieka whimpered turning right back around. 

Rieka found Daenerys sobbing over Jon. She moved slowly to her. TJ in her arms. 

"I never wanted the crown." Rieka remarked and Daenerys shot up. RIeka's teary eyes stared back at Jon's lifeless corpse. "You showed a lot of courage and bravery and... well I dont want it. I never wanted it. Don't burn the world down Daenerys Targaryen."