Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

CERSEI

She dreamt of her walk of atonement. Thousands had gathered to watch Cersei parade through the stony streets.

A bell rang followed by the voice of a Septa. "Shame!"

Cersei flinched. The sound of it made her shiver.

The people in the crowd were laughing their guts out. She saw Robert Baratheon, Ned, Catelyn and their son Robb among them. They were pointing at her and giggling just like little girls.

"You're dead," she told them. "Killed by Lannisters." But they kept on chuckling.

She did not stop walking. Tyrion appeared in front of her, lofty and lanky. He was about a foot taller than her.

"You..." she yelled looking up at him.

The Imp flashed a cruel smile. "I've got a trick for you sister." He took out four huge balls from his pocket.

Not balls, Cersei realized. Heads.

"Say hello to father," Tyrion said holding Tywin's head up. "And your children!"

Cersei's throat went dry. "Please... No..."

The 'dwarf' raised Joffrey's head to his mouth and began to chew it. She heard the crunch of her son's bones and felt nauseous.

Tyrion took Myrcella and Tommen's head's and started eating them. Blood dribbled down his lips and onto his chest. Within minutes, the Imp gobbled up all the four heads and let out a burp.

Cersei lost her temper. She reached for Tyrion's throat and tried to strangle him. "AARGGH!" His throat was as hot as wildfire.

She felt the skin melting off her right hand. Her bones began to poke out.

"Shame!"

Cersei began to walk again.

She saw a dragon flying above her head. Its yellow eyes bore right into hers.

Cersei wanted to scream to the top of her lungs. She wanted to cry till all her tears dried out. But when she opened her mouth, not a single sound came out. Cersei kept on walking.

She saw Maggy the Frog in front of her.

"You bitch!" Cersei screamed. "My children are dead because of your bloody prophecies!!"

The witch gave her a dark smile. "When your dreams have turned to dust and you are drowning in your own tears, the valonqar shall wrap his icy fingers around your throat and choke the life out of you."

Jaime emerged from behind the woman.

Relief flooded Cersei. She ran to her brother, tears streaking down her bruised cheeks.

"Look what they have done to me!" she sobbed. "Your sister! Kill all of them!!"

Jaime's look was as cold as ice. He raised his sword...

... and stabbed his sister in the chest.

Cersei Lannister woke up drenched in sweat. Her head was throbbing very badly. Dreams, she told herself. Illogical illusions aren't enough to scare the queen of the jungle.

Cersei put on her black gown and her heavy crown. The Mountain was waiting for her outside. No one will dare to lay a finger on me as long as he is with me.

"Your Grace," Maester Qyburn said as she arrived into the Throne room. "Have you had breakfast?"

"It can wait," Cersei said fretfully. "We have to talk." She took her seat on the Iron Throne.

She told him all about her dreams. The small man listened patiently.

"I never believed in prophecies to be honest," he said after she was done. "Fate is a cruel and unpredictable thing after all. It has the power to shower you with gold and turn that gold to dust the next moment."

Cersei rubbed her forehead. "And what about Jaime?"

"There has been tension between you two," Qyburn told her. "You have spent a lot of time away from each other."

"So what should I do?"

"Spend more time with him. Do something nice, perhaps. It will rid you off such vile dreams. If it doesn't then some Milk of the Poppy will."

She spent her morning listening to complains of the common folk while Jaime's thoughts played in the back of her mind.

"Summon my brother," she commanded a servant after the last person left.

A grim faced Jaime Lannister turned up after a while.

"Ser Jaime," Cersei said. "My son Tommen Baratheon, the late king eliminated you from the post of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and brought shame to the house."

"He had his reasons," Jaime said stiffly.

Cersei ignored him. "However I will not repeat the same mistake. I declare you the Lord Commander of the Queensguard."

She expected her brother to thank her or at least crack a smile or two. But Jaime Lannister just stared back coldly.

"It is my honour," he said finally. The sourness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. "I may have failed to serve the kings before you, but I will never fail you."

He bowed to her and stalked off without her permission.

"He will come about," Qyburn assured her. "You just need a little patience."

She wanted to listen to the Maester but Maggy's voice kept echoing in her ears. "When your dreams have turned to dust and you are drowning in your own tears, the valonqar shall wrap his icy fingers around your throat and choke the life out of you."