Daughter of a Lannister

|Seven Hells or Blessings?|

(How would you feel is someone you love died?

You would be angry and sad and have fucking mixed feelings.

Like poor Cersei, she's suffering so much, her daughter shipped off to Dorne, her son marrying Margaery.

Her brother returning and having one hand, and now, Amelia and her nephew.}

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*******[Hunter's POV]******

I stayed by Amelia's side, even when the silent sisters came to "clean" her body more.

I threaten to chop each and every one of their fingers if they lay a hand on me or Amelia.

I kept touching her face, her face has grown slightly colder, and I hope that the seven gods don't abandon me. Amelia doesn't deserve this shít!

Sure she stabbed Robb Stark, but that was on her father's orders. She has to go along with the plan or she'll be consider a traitor.

I was more mad at the fact that my child is dead and I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him or her.

I mean this is the risk of having children so early, Amelia is only 17 and she died in childbirth.

It's so common for girls her age to died from that.

I would trade my life and status just to have Amelia back into my life. The door open and in came, Jaime Lannister, with his armor.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked me.
"I don't know, anymore." I responded.
"Are you going to join the enemy side or stay fighting with us?"

"I'm staying here, that's what Amelia would've wanted."
"It's nice to see you loyal to your decease wife and her House."

"Don't you care at all that she's dead?"
"I do, but I can't show my tears, it's going to hurt a man's pride."

"Hmph, all smug with pride."
"Just think, I was about to meet my baby nephew and now...I can't..." he whispered quietly.

"What?"
"Nothing."

After he left, soon Margaery and Loras walked in, she had a smile on her face and looked around for the baby.

Is this bitch really dense?

My grandmother could immediately tell what's going on without even looking at our faces. No wonder, Queen Cersei hated her so much.

"Where's the child?" she's asked.
"Gone."
"Is Amelia sleeping?"
"I said both of them are fucking dead, you fucking prick!"