~The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Currently Under a Rewrite)

Episode 5: Kings Landing Part 3

Cersei

Far above the chaos of green flame and burning flesh stood Cersei Lannister, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and assassin of her own people. The caches of Wildfire she had planted throughout the buildings beneath Kings Landing had all gone up in perfect ordinance to her plan. By dawn, the city would be mostly dead, and Daenerys would have nothing but a city of ash and blood.

Filled with glee and self-praise, the Queen watched as the green light tumbled throughout her streets, blasting through building, wall and stone; each discharge from below trailing after another's wake. Amongst the inferno were the distant, pleading cries of the peasants, trapped in a vortex of oncoming fire and invading enemies. Diverse and spread all over her city, only screams of desperate mothers, old and young, dying or suffering, reached the ears of Cersei.

The Queen only stared off at the destruction, a mix of triumph and victory as her reaction, a glitter of wickedness sparkling in her eyes as did her smile.

A victory was what stood and stared back at her. The many voices conjoined were nothing but whistling whispers of the wind. For all she knew, Cersei had won the battle against Daenerys Targaryen.

With a turn on her heel, she faced again at her brother, who, unlike her, shared an expression opposite of hers. "See?" She asked, gesturing out her window. "There is nothing to worry for. The victory Daenerys searched for will never come to pass, not when she realizes she only aided in the destruction of the city."

Her brother refused to speak or move, horror, dread and panic seemingly his only company aside from her and her fellow Queensguard. None of it would have any effect on what had just been done.

"Did you truly think I didn't know the sister hills would have been seized first? They are, after all, the strongest forts within the city, enough to maintain a grip in countering this hill once conquest was secured."

Jaime only stared at the stranger, distant and disheartened. "What did you do?" He demanded rather than asked.

Cersei cocked her head up, a grin near visible on her mouth. "Qyburn knew they would breach the walls. We only needed long enough to lure them in." She sneered.

"You didn't just kill them," the Golden Lion trudged forward, "you killed women, children! Women like you carrying babes in their womb!"

"I did it for our baby. I would do it all over again, all of it."

Blinking with dismay and shame, Jaime gave nothing but a downcast of his head, eyes no longer meeting the emerald pair he had missed and longed for. He had now seen the truth in which Tyrion stirred him with, that their sister was no longer whom they had remembered, nor could find an ounce of mercy spared for her.

"We can have another baby, more than one, even! But the ones who bear witness to the burnings of their own children will only have a similar fate."

A sharp whistle of air passed by Jaime's hair of gold and drilled into a pillar just inches to the right of his head. He swung around, drawing a breath of air in timing with the Queensguard drawing their swords, circling around their Queen in defense, leaving Jaime in the center of danger.

Euron clicked his tongue and dropped his hand, a sign gesturing in where the flying dagger had come from. "So, that's the truth, isn't it?" Euron raised. "His babe, not mine."

The man began to chuckle lightly. "And here I thought I had earned my fill in trust and loyalty. I did, after all, lead a successful raid on the bitch's home, did I not?"

Cersei stiffens her shoulders and Euron turns to her, shaking his head in dismay. "And you. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, here lying right to my face this entire time. But I can forget this, and by doing that, I can cut that one out of her and put another one in."