Not Just a Kingslayer

Chapter 15

Daena met Jaime after the council meeting the next day. He gave her a small smile and she smiled back, walking beside him.

"May I speak with you, Ser?" a voice asked. They both turned to see Lord Varys.

"Of course. A moment please, my lady?"

Daena stepped away from the pair, when she heard a voice calling her name. She looked behind her to see Margaery rushing towards her.

"Margaery, what's wrong?" Daena said as Margaery reached her, breathing heavily.

She recovered quickly. "It's alright, I just had some news I needed to share with you. I spoke with Lord Baelish." Daena winced. "Cersei did ask him for help with something and that's why he did it. She must want his help getting rid of you in some way."

Daena's blue eyes flashed with anger.

--------------------

Varys wasted no time before he began talking, in hushed tones, as was his wont. "Ser Jaime, I have some interesting news you may want to hear."

"Alright, what is it?"

"Well I spoke to Lord Petyr yesterday..." While he wasted no time to begin talking, he could certainly waste time getting to the point.

"And?" Jaime said, impatience showing in his voice.

"He said that that little action of his was inspired by someone we know."

"And who might that be?"

"Why who else but your sister?"

Jaime's eyes darkened with anger, so much that they almost looked black. He looked back towards Daena and their eyes met. A wave of understanding passed between them. "Thank you, Lord Varys," he said, before swiftly walking back in the direction of the council hall.

He found Cersei deep in conversation with Maester Qyburn. He kept his face as calm as he could, although his eyes shone like beacons of darkness. He swept over to Cersei and threw her over his shoulder, his arm across her legs with her torso upside down facing the back of him. Ignoring her gasp, he nodded to the maester as though this was nothing out of the ordinary, and walked towards Cersei's room.

She pummeled his back with her fists. "You're making us both look like fools, Jaime."

"You are a fool," he replied. A beautiful, golden, fool.

"Let me go!" She continued hitting him.

"Sister, if I let you go, you'll fall and hit your head on the floor. So I suggest you stop."

She continued and he let her fall about a foot to scare her. She stopped after that. When they reached her room, he closed the door shut behind them, then he finally set her down.

"What was that about? Couldn't wait to be with me alone?" Cersei said, looking uneasily at his darkened eyes. They didn't look much like hers right now.

"I think you know why I'm here, sister." When she gave no response, he continued. "How could you?"

"How could I what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb, sister. You may not know how to rule, but I'm sure you know this."

Her jaw hardened at that poke at her ruling skills. "I did it for you, Jaime, although I certainly don't see why now."

"For me. For me!" Jaime laughed. It was a harsh, cold sound, nothing like the laugh of the brother she knew. "Of course, sister. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Because I certainly won't anymore."

"We both know you don't mean that. You never could resist coming back to me." She took a step toward him. "Are you sure that's not why you're really here?"

He shoved her away sharply. "Keep dreaming, sister," he said, walking towards the door. Turning back, he said,"Oh, and one more thing. Tell that bastard to stay away from my wife." He slammed the door behind him.

Cersei sank to the floor. Where could I have gone wrong?