A Tale of Stolen Blades and Stolen Hearts

Chapter 5: Means to an End

(Y/n) poured the wine in the goblet, the dark red mixture swirling in the cup, Cersei calmly raised it to her lips. (Y/n) sat down across from her, as Tommen and Marcella played upon the balcony. (Y/n) looked down, upset.

"To think I considered him.. noble." He spoke, the condescending Cersei decided to come out this time. "Yes, a noble man, And a noble knight... nobility only gets you so far. Eddard simply crossed a boundary his noble wits couldn't see him though." She points out, (Y/n) looked back up to her, "i wouldn't exactly call it noble for his wife to take my father into custody.. I'd call it—"

"Foolish." Both of the say, Cersei grinned just slightly. "I don't know how, but when you speak I can only hear my impish, conniving brother..." Cersei took another drink and (Y/n) felt a singe of pride. "I am his son of course... in, more ways that I'd like to admit I suppose."

"You also have a pension for whores as well?" Cersei sarcastically said. Cersei had always had this mean streak when it came to (Y/n). Perhaps it was because he was a bastard, perhaps it was because Tyrion, the imp, was his father.. or perhaps it was because a Bastard of an Imp, was loved more than her own children.

"You're being.. more spiteful that usual Aunt Cersei." He said and began to pour her another, Cersei shook her head. "If you call being Honest, "Spiteful" than so be it, it's simply the truth..." she trailed on, and (Y/n) sat back down.

"You are correct, But perhaps being noble isn't a bad thing.. it keeps us grounded."

"What would you say to Eddard's father and Brother? They wished to be noble and parley with the Mad King.." Cersei started, "you see how that ended..."

"Fire and Blood.." (Y/n) muttered to himself, "Will this rivalry end with our houses?" (Y/n) asked, and Cersei looked at him and saw a genuine question, and her suspicion began to rise, but she didn't question it. "Anyone who isn't us.. can only be an enemy." Cersei gives (Y/n) a slight glare and (Y/n) stood up and left the room, heavily considering the actions he should or shouldn't take. He trusted Ned, why take his father? Why would father attempt to kill Bran? None of it makes sense. (Y/n) trudged along the halls until he reached a room, Myrcella Lannister.

(Y/n) sat across from his Cousin who was getting her hair combed by her handmaiden. (Y/n) was fiddling with his fingers, unsure of what to say. My cells turned her head slightly to her cousin.

"Is it true? Did Uncle Jamie stab the Hand?" She asked.

"Yes.. it wasn't an accident it, was in defense of our house I'm sure." (Y/n) spoke carefully. "Is Joffrey speaking to Sansa?"

Myrcella nodded, "They're going to get married, and then our family will be bigger too. I hope they can all get along." She said, "I hope so.. for both houses." (Y/n) muttered.

"Are you getting along with Sansa and Arya?" (Y/n) said, and a smile went across her face, "Yes! But, Arya does not want to spend time together, she's with her.. dancing instructor?" Myrcella said, confused on what Syrio is. "Quite." (Y/n) replies, and Asked, "When Sansa and Joffrey Wed, I suppose you'll need to find a partner as well.." (y/n) droned on.

"There's you." Myrcella replied, (Y/n) blinked a few times out of actual shock. Myrcella's statement wasn't technically incorrect. It's quite common for first cousins to Wed in Westeros, Fathers and Daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters however are considered absolute abominations, but nobody in their family would even consider that, at least in public. (Y/n) put on a painful smile, "that's very sweet Myrcella, but I doubt Aunt Cersei would approve.. or father..you deserve a great lord, perhaps one from Dorne or Harrenhal." he let her down gently, she's only ten, and speaking so cruelly to family wasn't one of (Y/n)'s strong suits.