Of Lions and Wolves

The Lannister's Fate

Several Northmen and Dothraki moved to take Jaimie, Cersei, and Myrcella out of the throne room but before they reached Myrcella she twisted out of their reach and rushed toward Robb Stark, who was the only Lord left in the great Hall. Leaning close to him she whispered something in his ear and Cersei strained against the guards grip in order to reach her daughter, her last child.
"Myrcella", her voice a desperate shriek," Myrcella, what are you doing?"
But Myrcella didn't answer, she only looked into the barbarian's eyes searchingly, and when he nodded, she smiled the faintest smile.
" Don't you touch her, you animal!" Cersei screamed, terror seizing her heart. She had to protect Myrcella, her Myrcella, her only daughter. She would not let this be taken from her too.
Cersei screamed as the guards dragged her from the throne room, with Myrcella still standing there, her head still high, her sweet sorrowful eyes looking at her mother as if she were a stranger. Cersei continued to scream as they were ushered the Lannister twins through the halls, halfway wishing the dragon bitch would hear and come cut her throat herself. But whatever God's there were had forsaken Cersei long ago and her screams were in vain. The guards pushed them into Cersei's Chambers and checking that there were no way if escape, left and barred the door. Cersei flung herself at the thick oak door, beating on the sturdy wood, which didn't even budge.
"Cersei", Jaimie whispered in her ear, as she took her in his arms and stood as unmoving as the door when she began to beat on his chest.
" They took Myrcella!", she wailed, " My sweet Myrcella, my dear, frightened, darling Myrcella! Jaimie", she turned her  raging green eyes up at him," we have to save her! Gods know what they are doing to her!"
But Jaimie didn't jump into action like she expected him to, instead he pushed her desperate body off of him and slowly stepped back, his lovely Lannister face a puzzle of confusion and agitation.
"Jaimie!", She demanded, stomping her foot like a child might, " Jaimie what are you doing?"
"Don't you get it?", He asked, raking his hand through his shorn hair. "She saved us Cersei! You and I were too proud to beg for our lives. And she couldn't bare that, so she did everything she could to save us from ourselves."
"Yes Jaimie," she interrupted angrily, "I was there, I saw our beautiful child beg. I saw the fear in her eyes. She's only a girl, she needs her mother!"
"Cersei!", Jaimie yelled,"You don't even know her! You haven't seen her in four years and when you did see her you were too preoccupied seeking revenge on the Tyrells to pay attention to her! She was desperately trying to save this city for the last six days, she probably hasn't slept for the past week. And where were you?,"anger riddling his voice. "Planning your escape"
Cersei looked at Jaimie agog, her eyes wide and unbelieving
" Did you even know that she was in love?"
"What are you taking about?", Cersei asked her voice loud enough for the whole keep to here.
Jaimie answered softly, " with Trystane Martell, she was desperately in love with him, but she came anyway, because she knew that it would please you. She's not weak, or a child, she hasn't been a child for a long time."
"That doesn't matter, she's mine!" , Cersei shrieked,"she's my daughter!"
Jaimie looked at her with anger, and with contempt.
"She hasn't been yours for a long time Cersei," he said at last, so soft she almost didn't hear him.
Tears pricked Cersei eyes, but it was her rage that blinded her.
Screaming she leapt at Jaimie and clawed at his face. Jaimie howled as her nails sank into his cheeks and blood began to race down and off his chin. He yelled and tried to push her from him  but she only dug her talons in further and shrieked as an alley cat might. And as the pain increased Jaimie thought of all the hate in Cersei's graceful form, and all the hate she had caused.  He thought about little Tommen. And almost without thinking he moved his hand to her throat. And squeezed. He squeezed while her eyes widened in surprise and when her mouth moved to cry out in alarm. And he waited for the guards to crash in and pull him from her. And he squeezed on that elegant neck that he loved so dearly, and he waited for the enemy to come save them both. And he squeezed and he waited.
But the guards didn't come.
And finally, Cersei's bulging eyes dimmed, and her beautiful blue lips parted, freeing her last vengeful breathe into the air.
Jaimie, returning to his senses, released his hands from her in horror, and stared at the cold object of his adoration.
Cold and getting colder, he though morbidly.
Pacing the room he held his head and wept silent tears.
What could he do, where could he go?
Casterly Rock would be filled with reminders of her. He would see the stable where she first kissed him, and the nook where they had hidden from their father.
And Myrcella, Myrcella would hate him, probably already did hate him, and she would turn her passionate eyes, the eyes that were Cersei's, and they would be filled with hate, hate like Cersei's, and she would kill him herself.
And...and there was only one place he could be at peace. A place were, maybe, just maybe, if the gods cared nothing for justice, he could be with Cersei again.