𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

꧁CHAPTER XII꧂

"THAT ONE LYRIC THAT HANGS  IN THE AIR LONG AFTER THE SONG IS OVER"

301 AFTER CONQUEST

꧁CERSEI꧂

"Do you remember at all, Father?"

Her voice echoed only slightly, for it was barely louder than a normal tone. She chuckled a bit, shaking her head.

"What peace was, I mean. Do you remember it at all? If you do, then why did you leave everything in shambles?"

Rolling her eyes, Cersei stood upon her balcony, in her room in her castle, staring out toward the Blackwater, out beyond toward the eastern continent, out far and wide, above the squalor down below. Despite the Faith, despite their actions against her, against the people of King's Landing, Cersei couldn't be happier, and yet even with her apparent happiness, there was always more to be bitter about.

"You killed off all the Starks, the ones who mattered. You projected forth our family into the future, into a dynasty, and then you go ahead and die...Bloody coward.."

Sighing, Cersei shook her head once more and causally strolled back into her room, her finger tracing along her desk as she passed by.

"And you leave it all behind into the hands of your brother? What a joke. Kevan Lannister is not half the man you were, Father. He's not half the man Jaime.."

Just as she was about to reach the edge of the desk, she halted, her finger pausing as she stood stiff and still, her rant drawing closed as now her thoughts lingered on the object of her ire.

Jaime.

Jaime, she sighed heavy. Jaime, Jaime, Jaime, dear brother. Lovely brother. Craven brother.

She had not received word since he had apparently turned course from Dorne, from Sunspear, aiming apparently to lift the Siege of Riverrun, when another purple corpse of yet another child of hers—of theirs—came through the gates of King's Landing. Cersei didn't even get a chance to see her before the Faith and all of their little Sparrows swarmed, taking the body, taking away her daughter and burying her deep, her golden locks to never see the light again.

"Gold be their shrouds.."

Cersei sneered as she stepped away from her desk, sighing deeply.

"Why have you not come back? Why? Why? Did I not make it evident that I need you? That I love you?"

Finding a bottle, Arbor Gold, she sneered once again as she pushed it off the table, the bottle smashing to bits as the crimson liquid splattered all over the floor. But Cersei could not care.

"You were supposed to fight for me, Jaime, like you always have. You always fought for me, why can't you do the same again? Is it because you think I have not fought? Fought for you? Ha! Have I not fought for you time and time again?"

Bitter, cowardly fool! She deemed him, and yet she could not say it out loud. But she had to say something, she didn't know why, nor did she care, but she had to say something to let it out.