Chapter 26

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The Keep woke to the sound of screaming. But as Jaime listened longer, already up and halfway down the hall, it seemed to him more like a heartbroken wail. And he knew just who it was coming from.

He rushed through the familiar halls towards the room of the king. Ser Loras was there, mouth agape as he tried to flounder through an explanation. "I...soon as I heard...already dead...cat...poison..." Jaime shoved past him into the room as that word echoed through his mind. Poison...poison...poison. And then the scene in front of him came into focus. He nearly fell to his knees.

His sister was on her knees, tears streaming from her eyes, wailing her sorrow to the sky. He looked past her, to the bed. The blankets were torn, as though a struggle had taken place, although Jaime knew it had only involved a single person. In the center lay the king, green eyes staring up at nothing, golden hair disheveled. His face was scratched as though he had clawed at it, his hands remaining on his chest. And beside his head lay a cat, legs sticking out at awkward angles in the paralysis of death.

Cersei looked up then, seeming to notice him for the first time. And he was surprised to see in her eyes not only grief, but rage. Her face was tight, and she looked as though she would either jump from a window or murder someone. He was sure she had thought of both. He crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into his arms. She sobbed into him as he held her tight, as though it would protect her from everything else.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, whether it was seconds, minutes, hours. He didn't know when he started to cry as well, just that he did.

Neither did he realize when his sister stopped crying, nor did he know what was going through her head at that moment.

I have no one but Jaime now. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and it only made her angrier. If we are truly one, it's only right that he should have no one but me.

She held him tight, trying to forget all she had seen, to forget everything but him. But that thought kept coming back to her, and she knew there was only one way to rid herself of it.

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