GOLDEN CRIMES| L.Twins

seven hells

Cersei Lannister has had her golden crown, but not her silver prince. She had her golden son but had lost him too soon. Her Myrcella, sweet Cella had been taken away from her by those Dornish bastards. Her little Tommen, too pure for the world was led on by that Tyrell whore. Dead before his time. Just like her, just like her mother and just like her Jaime. Golden golden Jaime who loved her, her other half, her twin, her brother, her lover and finally her killer.

Her and Jaime, Jaime and her. They have come to the world together and left the world together holding onto each other.

People had called her a brother-fucker, they were right. Jaime was the only one that mattered, he was her sun, her golden shield and her sword. Seeing his hand in such a state had devastated her, her perfect brother a cripple. The first emotion that burst forth in her heart after seeing her brother in such a state was disgust---it did not last long.

Maggy the witch had never told her about this in her prophecies—-that bitch! Three wishes, three prophecies, three answers. They have directed the way Cersei lived her life, they were the cause of her ruin and her children's death, and they were the cause of Jaime's betrayal. She should have listened to the warnings and should have known that prophecies are heralds of ruin. Rhaegar Targaryen's obsession with them brought ruin to the greatest dynasty Westeros had ever seen, and Cersei's had brought ruins to her family. Sometimes she wished Tyrion, that monster was never been born, her mother would have solved everything--- she would have had her silver prince and her golden knight. It would have been a song for ages.

She woke up in engulfed in darkness, the last thing she remembered was choking as her hand reached the slit in her neck and then her Jaime crying as he stabbed himself in the heart with the same blood-soaked dagger. She remembered gasping as she took her last breath and the castle collapsing on them. It felt like a nightmare.

If only it was. This was reality.

The walls were too close, it was suffocating, she tried to move. Her elbow hit something soft. A face, she realised. A moan came out of the boy from somewhere near, followed by a sleepy, "Cersei?" It sounded so painfully familiar yet distant that she jumped up, only to hit her head with a ceiling with a Thud.

She hissed in pain, How small was this room?

She shook her head, her eyes trying to focus in the darkness, she groped nearby, trying to find something, anything.

"Jaime?" she tried out, only to close her mouth. It sounded too childish to be her. It sounded like a little girl. Another yelp came out from the boy that was likely her killer twin. She gritted her teeth. Her hands were too small, She was too small.

Another groan from whom she was sure was her twin now, made her inhale sharply and slap him on his face to wake him up. "JAIME! Wake up, you oaf!"

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"Let me sleep a little more, sweet sister." Jaime drawled out sleepily before his words registered in his brain, and reality came clear to him. That was not his voice! Well, it kind of was, but it was the voice of a little him. A nine-name-day old him. He huffed out a hysterical laugh, rubbing his cheek, where his not-so-sweet sister slapped him.

He should be dead. He realised before a thought came almost unbidden. This must be hell; Cersei was here after all.

"Cersei? Where are we?" He squeaked out, by the father, he hated his voice. Is this his punishment? To be a man with a child's voice? Never o be taken seriously? Wait---he did not feel like a man. He touched his face frantically, His body was too small for a man. He was a boy. Seven Hells, he was a babe!

"I don't know, Jaime! You are a knight, do something worthwhile! Get me out of here!" His sister screeched out, he belatedly noticed that she too sounded like him, she probably looked like him too. Like they once did.

Jaime nodded determinedly; He was a knight! He should do something. The dark was scary! Wait. Robert's fat drunken arse! Why did he think like a child too?

He shook his head, dispelling that horrifying thought. He had to escape. He cannot stay locked in such a small space with his sister for a long time.

He traced the walls with his palms, his hand bumping into spider webs, (---eww disgusting!), Cersei let out a yelp as he fell on her in his quest for freedom, but he ignored her. The wooden wall creaked, he smiled, there it is.

"I found the door." He whispered to his companion in this possible hell.

Cersei gritted her teeth, frustrated. "Then open it! Break it!"

Jaime did not respond, he threw his fist back and punched, which in hindsight should not have done anything except break his tiny little childish hand, but by some miracle it blasted the door. Like Magic, his inner child whispered in awe.

THUD.

Light flooded into the room and for the first time since they died, Jaime saw Cersei's face, the young girl who was untarnished by Robert and still dreamed of songs and gowns. He looked at her with the wonder that was etched on her face.

"FREAKS!" A shrill voice shouted from the light. He rapidly blinked his eyes to see, a tall necked giraffe-like woman and a man who could put Robert to shame standing with horrified and angry expressions, wearing strange clothes. The man's face turned a strange colour of puce and his moustache trembled.

Seven Hells. He really was in Hell.

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