Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 94- Dealing with Cersei Lannister.

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Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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"Please, my queen, it's already late. You should rest."

The master did not stop murmuring as he watched the king sleeping on his cot, after Master Pycelle had removed the arrow and begun treating his leg wound.

He had to give him milk of the poppy so the king would sleep, as Joffrey had screamed in pain. The queen never left his side, watching him with concern even as he slept.

"I don't want to leave my Joffrey." She muttered in a tired tone, though there was still a hint of anger in her voice.

"My queen, you see, he is out of danger now. It would be best if you went to rest." Pycelle insisted, and she finally nodded, leaving the room with a Kingsguard escorting her to her chambers.

"How are Tommen and Myrcella?" she asked the Kingsguard.

"They are well, my queen. There is a Kingsguard for each of them, despite our reduced numbers. With Commander Selmy still unconscious, we managed to keep one for each royal member." He replied, and Cersei nodded. Of the seven Kingsguard, two had been killed, and one was unconscious, leaving only four.

She entered her chambers with a sigh, finding a bath already prepared for her by the servants. She removed her clothes, still stained with her own son's blood, and finally seemed to be relaxing after all that hell.

She still remembered that after they had left the Sept, a snowstorm had appeared out of nowhere like an explosion. She could see from a distance how the snow swirled around the front of the Great Sept of Baelor. Then, when they arrived at the castle, an explosion of flames erupted, burning part of the city. She could still see the signs of fire and smoke through her window while men worked tirelessly to contain the chaos.

She only sighed and returned to scooping water from her bath, splashing it onto her face, deep in thought.

"And to think that this book is still here after everything..."

A voice suddenly broke the silence, alerting Cersei, who quickly turned her gaze to the side.

Sitting on a chair near the window, a man was holding the book she had confiscated from the Tower of the Hand after Lord Stark was declared a traitor and imprisoned. Cersei had kept the book of noble lineages in her chambers but had paid little attention to it afterward. Now, it was in the hands of a stranger—and she recognized him immediately.

"Guards! Quickly! The king's assassin is here!"

She screamed with all the strength she could muster, her voice distorting as her throat twisted. All she wanted at that moment was to see that man imprisoned or dead. If he was there, it meant he could have also killed her son upon entering the castle. That thought terrified her even more.

However, the man merely raised an eyebrow, and nothing happened.

"What is going on?!" she screamed, starting to feel afraid. "Guards! Come!"

Once more, she forced her throat to its limits, but as before, no one answered her cries.

"No one will come, if you must know." The stranger spoke, looking at her with amusement, as if mocking her.

"What did you do?! What are you?! You're a monster!"

She murmured before screaming again for her guards, but the door remained intact, showing no sign that anyone had heard her.