Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

JAIME

Jaime Lannister despised his new armour. It was entirely black, with the golden Lannister lion on the front. The colour of Cersei's soul, perhaps.

He was the first one to arrive in the small council chambers. There was no sign of Cersei or anyone else. He walked towards the bookshelf. 'The Kings and their histories'. The book on the lowermost rack read. He picked it up and sat at the table.

Aerys II Targaryen, the book read. Descendant of Aegon Targaryen. Manner of death: Murdered by one of his Kingsguard. Jaime chuckled and turned the page. Robert I Baratheon. Manner of death: Killed by a boar while hunting. Joffrey I Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon. Jaime chortled. Manner of Death: Poisoned by his uncle. He let out a deep sigh and turned the page. Tommen I Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon. Manner of death: Suicide.

Jaime slammed the book shut. Bleeding liars. 

"You are here already?" he heard Cersei's voice.

He looked up. "Yes. Time is a precious thing for me unlike some people."

His sister smirked. "Good. We always needed people like you." She seated herself across him. Qyburn sat next to her hastily.

"Where are the other members?" Jaime asked. He saw no one but Qyburn and the Mountain. 

"Others?" the Maester asked.
Jaime shook his head with disbelief. "No master of whisperers, no Grand Maester, no master of coin! How are you going to rule without them!?"

"Qyburn will be the master of whisperers, the Grand Maester and the Hand of the Queen," she said proudly. "Randyll Tarly will be the new master of coin."

Jaime was shocked. "The Tarly's are joining us?"

His sister nodded. "About time. We needed a strong force like his on our side."

"Did you intimidate him or bribe him?"

"I promised him gold."

Jaime scratched his chin. "Horn Hill is surely a decent addition."

"It is true," Qyburn agreed. "Riverrun and the Twins are easily pregnable and Casterly Rock is too far away."

Cersei groaned. "If only Roose Bolton had handled the north well." She turned to her Hand. "We have to take it back from Ned Stark's bastard."

"Soon," said Qyburn. "But first we have to deal with the enemies in the south. The Martells and the Tyrells have risen in rebellion against the throne." 

"Yes, I know that very well," Cersei snapped.

"Excellent," said Jaime. "When the Tarlys arrive, who do we attack first?"

"We won't," Cersei said breezily. "We stay put."

"Have you lost your mind?" Jaime asked incredulously.

"They won't take the Iron Throne from us. Whatever comes in our way, we will defeat it."

Jaime was losing his patience. "But we need to make a move and not just sit around polishing the iron chair with our arse."

Cersei shot him an unpleasant look. "Are you questioning me now?"

She has gone mad, Jaime realized. He sighed and did not speak anything after that.
Qyburn and Cersei talked for a while before the queen dismissed the meeting. Jaime got up and made his way towards the door. "You wait," she instructed her brother as she walked towards him.

"Now what?" he asked exhaustedly as Qyburn left.

Cersei took his hand. "You look pretty pissed off these days. May I know the reason?"
Jaime shook her hand away. "You know very well why."

"I do not have the foggiest idea," his sister said softly.

At that point, Jaime Lannister lost his temper. "Tell me the truth, Cersei. What happened to Tommen?"

"Foolishness took over him."

"He was our son!" Jaime screamed. His voice echoed in the hall. "How could you let him die like this? This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't burned the sept in the first place!"

"I did what was best for my child!" she shot back. "Margaery was manipulating him! House Tyrell would have been ruling the seven kingdoms if I hadn't done that!"

His jaw clenched. "You care more about power than your children?You shameless swine! You heartless bitch!You will NEVER be a good queen! The realm will bleed under your rule."

The Mountain stepped between them. His threatening eyes met Jaime's and he grunted.

"Go ahead!" Jaime snapped. "Death would be better than serving you."

Cersei looked at him calmly. "Step aside, Ser Gregor." The Mountain obeyed.
Jaime's face had turned red. He sat down and poured himself a drink.

"We're the last Lannisters," Cersei said sitting next to him. "The last ones who count. We cannot let such small disputes break us. We should stay together, no matter what."

Jaime sipped his wine and looked at her.

"I know that I cannot be a good queen by myself," she said. "I need someone to rule it with me. Who better than you, brother? We'll seal our bond by marriage." 

He spat out the wine and coughed. "No. The times have changed. You are the queen now."

"It didn't matter when Robert was the king. It won't matter now."

"This is different!" Jaime insisted. "Do you have any idea what people will say?"

"People," Cersei said softly. "Be nice to them and your gutless, behave strictly and you're a wrath. Help them and you are a show off, if you do not, you are careless. If you cry, they call you craven, if you remain strong, they call you heartless." She stood up. "If we spend our lives worrying about the useless folk, we'll die, Jaime. We are the lions of Casterly Rock, the blood of Tywin Lannister. We live as we want."