Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

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𝐽𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑌𝑁 𝐾𝑁𝐸𝑊 immediately that Cersei plans something to stop her trial when she was told to not to attend it. That was how she ended up watching the Sept collapse because of the green flame that rose high to the clouds. It was truly a sight, and imagining the Tyrells and the Sparrow realise about it when it was too late brought in that familiar source of satisfaction in Jade.

Cersei has got her revenge, but with it fell her son, her last living child. The Queen did not take their deaths lightly, she might have not mourned as much as she did after Joffrey, however she loved her children, her golden haired children with golden shrouds.

Jade watched her sister enter the throne room, in a new black dress to work with her new forged crown. She stood by Qyburn's side, up on the stairs of the Throne - the closest she has been to it. From there she could observe her sister clearly. She didn't look like a Queen anymore, she wasn't the 'light of the West' now, not without her long golden locks. This new change of style made Cersei look older and slightly not as graceful as she once was, and the dress didn't help. Her beauty was fading. Cersei kept walking proudly, even though her feet ached more than they ever did, however her face didn't show any glimpse of relief when she finally approached the Throne and she will be able to rest her feet as she was declared the Queen.

Unknown by Jadeyn, when she had stopped to admire the trace of blood left by her bleeding sister, her Uncle Kevan stared at her in from distance. She wasn't always like that, he remarked. When she was smaller, she was indifferent and distant, but not cruel. And suddenly one day, something in both, his brother and niece changed. That something, died with Tywin, if he might have been able to convince Tywin to tell him what happened, with Jadeyn he didn't even believe it worth asking, it would be a waste of time, she wouldn't tell him. As most at Casterly Rock put their trust in the rumors it should be something related to the Blackwood incident, Kevan thought.

"I now proclaim Cersei of House the Lannister, First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms" Qyburn announced, stepping forward to place the crown on Cersei's head. The crowd watched in silence. The first Queen upon the Iron Throne, quite a title.

Cersei sat on the Throne, her gaze travelling for a moment to her brother, who just came back. He was confused and worried. What could possibly happen while he was gone? What has she done? And where was Tommen? Where was he? All kinds of scenarios filled his head and his sister's gaze didn't help one bit. His eyes then shifted to Jade, but she didn't even look at him. He hoped for something. Something to calm him until he was being able to talk to Cersei.

"Long may she reign!"

"Long may she reign!" The crowd echoed

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