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Jamie and Cersei Lannister - All Scenes from HBO's Game of Thrones - Part 1 of 8

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Jaime and Brienne separate for the first time

Game of Thrones 3x07 "The Bear and the Maiden Fair"

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— ix. The Dragon and the Wolf || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: finally, the day of the long awaited meeting is here. while everyone prepares for the face off, you're left the wonder if things will play out like they have before or not.

warning: cersei lannister, explicit language, mentions of gore and rape (nothing too graphic), game of thrones cannon themes and violence

all dialogue in italics is Valyrian

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game of thrones x fem!modern!reader

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The sun had barely broken the horizon when I was woken up. Today was the day we were meeting Cersei and presenting her with the dead. For the last few days there’d been a heavy weight on the castle as everyone got ready, deep in their own thoughts about what would happen, the good, the bad, and the worst. 

It was an almost unspoken rule to even talk about what Cersei’s reaction would be. Would she agree or was this a trap and she’d been planning to kill us all right there? The tension was almost palpable.

Surprisingly, my bath was lavishly prepared by the maids. I almost told them to go empty the bathwater out and fill it with regular water, but instead I was chastised and ushered into the hot water with essential oils and rose petals mixed in. 

When the fuck did we have lavender oil and rose petals?

“You’re going to go meet the would-be queen, you have to put her in her place so you must look your best,” one of the maids spoke as she dunked the water over my head. The other two maids eagerly nodded, the both of them adding in their own remarks. 

“Everything must be perfect. You cannot appear to be losing sleep over her and her plotting.” 

“But I’m not?” I gave a perplexed look at them. 

“Exactly!”

After the bath they skillfully braided my hair, brading the top and letting the rest flow down my back in loose curls with two pieces of hair framing my face. Instead of my typical dark clothes I wore a long burgundy coat with a fitted bodice and leather detailing with a flared out waistline. My shoulders were covered in textured leather pauldrons and my forearms were covered in matching leather braces. The coat was secured at the waist with a belt and my hands were covered in leather gloves with the fingertips cut off. My dark wool pants were stuffed into knee high brown leather boots and a chain that slightly resembled Daenerys’ was pinned from one of my shoulders and across my chest with a small dragon pin sat high on my other shoulder.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, nodding in approval when there was a knock. The doors opened to Daenerys walking in and holding something long wrapped in a black cloth. The servants quietly left the two of us, closing the door shut behind them.

“How did you sleep?” She asks. 

“Alright.” I replied. “Had some tea the night before. You?”

“I slept a few hours, but it appears that I should have done as you did.” 

I walked over to the armor stand. “Are you ready to finally meet Cersei?” I grabbed the belt and my weapons and then turned back to her. “It’s been a long time coming after all.”

“I’m nervous.” She watches as I place my dagger in its holster by my thigh. “I can’t believe the fate of the world relies on Cersei Lannister.” 

I nodded, reaching for my belt. “Crazy times we’re’a livin’ in.” 

She doesn’t reply, placing her hand atop of mine when I go to hook my sword. 

“Ever since you brought it back I’ve been thinking about what I should do with it.” Carefully, she unwraps the thing in her hands. “And I realize, after everything, I want you to have it.” 

She pulls out Dark Sister and moves my hand away from my sword and to the Valyrian blade, securing my fingers around it. 

“Daenerys.” My eyes flicked between her and the sword. “You can’t be serious.” 

“I am.” She squeezed hand. “And I’m certain that the only person in this world that deserves to wield it is you.” 

I took in a breath, shakily exhaling. I already took a gamble going to that cave in the first place, but this was something I’d never imagined. Slowly, I pulled the blade out of its scabbard, seeing my reflection in the Valyrian steel blade. She’s had the sword polished and the handle cleaned of any rust restoring it to its true glory. 

This wasn’t Daenerys just giving me a sword, she was giving me a piece of her family's history, a relic that’s passed down from generation to generation. The amount of trust she had for me almost made me cry. I could feel the sword double in weight in my hands, a new wave of responsibility falling over me. 

I let out a breath and tightened my grip. “I swear to you, that I will serve you until my dying breath.” I took a moment before continuing. “I swear to be your shield and keep your counsel, by the Old Gods and the New.”

Daenerys’ eyes shimmered as she said the next part, nearly choking over the words. “And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.”

We both smiled, the both of us on the verge of crying. With a laugh we leaned in and embraced each other. 

I pulled back, sheathing Dark Sister and attaching it to my belt. “Alright,” I said, clearing my throat. “Let’s go meet Cersei Lannister.”

––

The ship was ready to leave by the time I’d arrived at the island docks. The sails were set, the three headed red dragon standing out against the black background. Someone shouts aloud, a final call for everyone to board before they’d set sail.

I stepped onto the ship, wearing the same black cloak I’d taken to Eastwatch flowing behind me. The crew worked efficiently to set sail, raising the anchor and leaving the port swiftly. I stood at the front of the ship, looking out into the sea. 

“You seem the most calm.” Jon says, coming to stand by me. 

“Would it help if I was hysterical?” 

He looks forward. “No. It’s good that you’re composed. Someone has to be.” 

I slowly nodded. “How did your men take you pledging your allegiance to Daenerys?” 

He looks down. “They were confused to say the least, but there’s not much they could do about it now.” 

“I take it Ser Davos already told you how he saw it coming?” 

He nods, smirking. “You could say.” 

I turned around, spotting Tyrion and Missandei walking down to the lower deck towards us. 

“Okay,” I grabbed everyone’s attention. “Let’s go over everything one last time.” 

“Grey Worm and the Unsullied are already at King’s Landing and the Dothraki should be arriving shortly.” Missandei says. 

“When we arrive we’ll be escorted by the City’s Watch to the Dragonpit. We will all arrive first then Daenerys with her dragons.” Tyrion adds. “I’ll get up and we’ll continue with our demonstration and hopefully, Cersei agrees to help us.”

“Right well, that sounds promising.” Ser Davos muttered. 

“It’s better than nothing.” I said, leaning back on the railing of the ship's bow. “We may have agreed to a mutual armistice for now, but that doesn’t mean that Cersei won’t blow us up with Wildfire, like she did to the Great Sept of Baelor.”

Missandei glanced down at my waist and frowned. “Is that a new sword?”

“New? Not technically.” I brought my sword forwards. Tyrion's eyes raked over the sword before staring wide eyed at me. 

Jon, also quickly realized what I had in my hand.

“Is that?” Jon askes.

“Dark Sister.” I finished. I nodded, holding it closer to him. “Her Grace gave it to me.” 

Tyrion looked like his jaw was stuck open. “How? It was lost North of the Wall.” 

“And now I’ve found it.” 

Jon carefully eyes the sword, finally understanding. “This is what you were looking for beyond the wall?”

I nodded, “it was. Truth be told I wasn’t expecting it to be there, so imagine my surprise when I did find it.” 

“Forgive me, what is Dark Sister?” Missandei asked. 

Tyrion’s quick to reply. “It’s one of the two ancestral swords of House Targaryen.” 

“It was first wielded by Queen Visenya Targaryen and then hundred of years later, Brynden Rivers, the last one to wield it, took it with him beyond the Wall and since then it’d been lost.” I said. “When Jon and his men were going to Eastwatch I took it as an opportunity to go look for this, as well.” 

I sheathed the sword, my left hand coming to rest on it naturally. “We’ve got one of the two in our possession now.”

“You think you can get the other one?” Ser Davos asks. 

“Where is it?” Jon asks aloud. 

“If I recall correctly, Aegor RIvers took the sword with him when he went to live in exile in Essos; however, nothing is known about it after that.” Varys replied. 

“Forget about it.” I waved my hand, dismissively. “We have other things to worry about, like a certain Lannister queen.” 

––

The long hours had dragged on but we were finally there. In the distance, we could see Aegon’s hill and the Red Keep. Next to the castle’s harbor were all the remaining ships of Euron Greyjoy, who was still rotting away in Dragonstone’s cells. Tyrion, Theon, and Varys stood on deck, looking off into the distance at the castle. Jon, Jorah, Missandei, and I stood on the foredeck, also taking in the sight in front of us.

“How many people live here?” Jon asks Tyrion. 

“A million, give or take.” He replied. 

“That’s more people than the entire North crammed into that. Why would anyone want to live that way.”  

“There’s more work in the city,” Tyrion says. He turned to Jon. “And their brothels are far superior.”

I shook my head. “I forget you used to be a connoisseur of brothels.”

Once we were docked and unloaded we were led through King’s Landing by carriage. I pulled my hood over my head, concealing myself. The less attention I attracted, the better our plan would go. 

The carriage halted and one of the City’s Watch’s men opened the door. Everyone stepped out, glancing up at the remains of the Dragonpit. 

“Follow this path,” a Gold Cloak ordered. 

We walked ahead of the Dothraki guards we’d brought along. Jon, Tyrion, Jorah, Missandei, and Davos walked ahead while Varys, Theon, and Sandor and I walked further back. Sandor was in charge of making sure the crate was not touched by anyone other than him. 

“Why did they build it?” Missandei asked aloud.

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t.” Jorah explained, a slight sadness in his tone. “Land, livestock, children… Letting them roam free around a city was a problem.”

“I imagine it was a sad joke at the end.” Tyrion siad. “An entire area for a few sickly creatures smaller than dogs. But in the beginning when it was home to Balerion the Dread, it must have been the most dangerous place in the world.”

We approached a crossroad, spotting Lannister guards marching from the road that led to the Red Keep. They were led by Ser Bronn of the Blackwater and accompanied by Brienna of Tarth and Pocrick Payne. 

“Welcome, my lords.” Bronn said. “Your friends arrived before you did.” 

The Dothraki and their leader, Qhono, looked at them with suspicion while Brienne and Sandor exchanged looks, the former surprised that the latter wasn’t dead. 

“I’ve been sent to escort you all to the meeting.” Bronn waves his hand and the Lannister guards part, clearing the path for us. Tyrion motions to Qhono to take the lead, the rest of the Dothraki moving forwards with the rest of us behind. 

“A pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation.” Tyrion says to Podrick. 

“I never thought I’d see you again, My Lord.” Pordrick gives him a small smile. 

“Supporting the enemy, no less.” Tyrion jests. 

“Hard to blame you.” 

“Cersei will anyway.”

They share a glance before Podrick sets his eyes forwards. “I’m glad you’re alive.” 

“Come on!” Bronn looks back at the two. “You can suck his magic cock later.” 

The Lannister guards behind us eyed the crate with curiosity, muttering amongst themselves before one of them had the courage to ask. 

“What’s in there?” 

Sandro glared back at him and let out a gruff, “fuck off.” 

Ahead, Brienne slowed her pace to match Sandor’s, “I thought you were dead.” 

“Not yet.” He said. “You came pretty close.” 

“I was only trying to protect her.” She reasoned. 

“You and me both.” 

“She’s alive.” She turned to him. “Arya.” 

Surprised, Sandro asks, “where?”

“Winterfell.”

“Who’s protecting her if you’re here?”

Brienne shook her head. “The only one that needs protecting is the one who gets in her way.” 

“It won’t be me.” They both smiled like proud parents, falling into a comfortable silence between the two. 

Tyrion and Bronn shared quips at one another for the rest of the walk uphill. The remains of the once beautiful arena came into sight. Lannister banners were hung up high, as a show of power. Sandor attends to the cart that was transporting the wight, bringing it down to the lower level of the pit. 

“Anyone touches it, I’ll kill you first.” 

The rest of the party entered the ruined pits taking their seats while they waited for Cersei to arrive. Like clockwork, she, the Mountain, Qyburn, and Jaime arrived. Cersei and Tyrion exchanged glances, Cersei glaring daggers directly at him. The “royal” party seats themselves on their respective sides, stoic. The Hound and the Mountain glare at each other from across the pit ready for a throwdown. 

The Cleganes size each other up before the dais. 

“Remember me?” Sandor glared at his brother's bloodshot and glazed eyes. “Yeah you do. You’re even fucking uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? Doesn’t matter. That’s not how it ends for you, brother. You know who’s coming for you. You’ve always known.” 

With a final glare, Sandor walks away, the Mountain watches him go before taking his place behind Cersei. 

“Where is she?” Cersei asks Tyrion, who’s eyes had been on his fiddling hands.

“She’ll be here soon.” 

“She didn’t travel with you?” She nearly scoffs. 

“No.” Tyrion replied. 

In the distance footsteps could be heard, Cersei raising her head to see who it was. I walked up the stairs to the Dragonpit, my clock long left behind. I held her hostile gaze as I spoke. 

“Her Grace will be here shortly.” 

She masks her confusion well as I take a seat next to Daenerys’ empty seat. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs, my eyes staring running across the Lannister banners hung up on the ruined walls that were hung up just for the summit. 

I had to give it to Cersei, she was good at emotional warfare. Holding the summit at the ruined Dragonpit was a way for her to remind Daenerys of her family and their dragon’s fate in a subtle way. This is what happened to your family, and I’ll make sure that the same happens to you, is what Cersei was trying to say. 

Everyone waits, Cersei growing more agitated by the minute. She folded her hands on her lap, gripping them tightly. Then, just as she was about to speak, dragons screech. Cersei finches while Jaime and Bronn rush to stand up and crane their necks to watch the dragons flying overhead. Viserion and Rhaegal circled around the Dragonpit. Drogon lets out a deep roar as he flys down, powerfully landing on the collapsed walls of the pit and shaking the ground. Jon and Davos look on as Drogon takes in a deep breath and roars loudly, nearly shaking the ground. He roars again, directly at Cersei, lowering his head to reveal Daenerys on his back. 

“Beautiful aren’t they?” I said to Cersei, keeping my eyes on the dragons. Drogon climbs down and Daenerys begins to dismount. I turned to meet Cersei’s eyes. “They’re so big that it’s hard to forget that they’re only six years old.” 

All of us, except for Cersei and her party, raise as Daenerys walks up the dais as Drogon flies away. I cleared my throat, preparing to take another jab at Cersei.

“We are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.” 

The two queens eye one another as Danerys takes a seat between Tyrion and I. The rest of us sit down after her, the meeting finally beginning. Missandei gives me an amused look, happy that I’d added more salt to Cersei’s wound.

“We’ve been here for some time.” Cersei says, angry. 

“My apologies,” Daenerys replied, lacking any sympathy and refusing to elaborate. Daenerys looks to Tyrion who stands up in response. 

“We are all facing unique circumstances.” He steps to the middle of the dais. “We are a group of people who do not like one another. We have suffered at each other’s hands.” He holds Cersei’s gaze. “We have lost people who we love at each other’s hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war against each other without meeting face-to-face.” 

“So instead, we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?” Sarcasm and venom drips off of Cersei’s words.

“We all know that will never happen.” Tyrion folds his hands in front of him. 

“Then why are we here?”

Jon stands and walks forwards to make his case, Tyrion standing off to the side. “This isn’t about living in harmony. It’s just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us. A general you can’t negotiate with an army that doesn’t leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city. They’re about to become a million more soldiers in the Army of the Dead.” 

“I imagine for more of them it would be an improvement.” Cersei says, poking fun at the poverty in King’s Landing.

“This is serious. I won’t be here if it weren’t” Jon pressed. 

“I don’t think it’s serious at all. I think it’s another bad joke.” She turns to Daenerys. “If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly, you’re asking me for a truce.”

“Yes. That’s all.” Daenerys replies. 

“That’s all?” She almost laughs. “Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt. Or while you solidify and expand your position. Hard for me to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men.”

“Your capital will be safe until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word.” 

“The word of a would-be usurper.” Cerseir grits her teeth, 

“Like your husband?” I jabbed. “Or do you mean yourself?”

Quickly, Tyrion continued to negotiate. “There is no conversation that will erase the past fifty years.” He looks directly at Cersei and Jaime. “We have something to show you.”

The Hound walks up the steps from the lower lever of the pit, carrying the crate on his back, secured by ropes. He brings it to the middle of the summit, both Jon and Tyrion standing far off to the side. Sandor staggers to his knees, dropping the crate down. He removed the chains and pins that secured the crate one by one, throwing them haphazardly to the side. He pries off the lid, fumbling as he gets nervous of what was in it, before fully removing it and throwing it to the side. He takes several steps back, eyes not once wavering away and his hand grips the hilt of his sword. 

Everyone watches the crate, but when nothing happens he kicks the crate forwards to reveal the wight, who immediately charges forwards to Cersei, screeching loudly. Cersei recoils, leaning back in her chair and frozen in fear as it got only an arm's length away from her. It goes to reach out for her but it’s roughly jerked back and thrown onto the floor. The Hound holds the chain attached to the wight's collar while the other end is attached to the bottom of the crate. 

The wight then sets his eyes on the Hound, now charging at him. Sandor draws his sword and cuts the wight in half right through the waist, but it does nothing as its legs keep kicking. I glance at Cersei who’s had a mix of confusion, disgust, and fear written on her face. She was seeing something that everyone thought was impossible. The wight’s toros crawls towards the Hound, still screeching terribly. The Hound brings his sword up and slices through the wight’s rotted hand as it reaches for him. 

Everyone watches in horror except for Qyburn who wordlessly steps forwards to pick up the still moving hand and forearm, examining it with pure fascination. 

Jon, grabs an until torch and Ser Davos lights with a flint. Jon takes the hand from Qyburn. “We can destroy them by burning them.” He moves the torch to the hand, igniting it. The other halves of the wight squirm and let out a high pitch scream. Jon drops the hand as it burns and hands the torch back to Ser Davos. 

He draws a dragonglass dagger from his side and grabs the wight's other hand holding up its torso. “And we can destroy them with dragonglass.” He drives the dagger into the wight's heart. It lets out a screech, scrambling to get away before falling still, lifeless. 

“If we don’t win this fight, then that,” he points at the dead wight, “is the fate of every person in the world.” 

He steps closer to Cersei. “There is only one war that matters: the Great War. And it is here.” 

Cersei, for once, finds herself at a loss for words. 

“We were ambushed by them,” I said to her. “When we traveled North of Eastwatch. They were everywhere, some of us thought that we were about to join the Night King’s army.” 

“How many?” Jaime asks. 

“Nearly two hundred-thousand, and growing by the minute.” 

His face falls, the reality of the situation now dawning on them. Everyone watched on bated breath for Cersei to finally speak. 

She keeps her hands folded, eyes on her lap. “If those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we’ve suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we’ve lost would be for nothing.” She raises her head to Daenerys. “The Crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy.” 

Relief floods everyone, grateful that she’d seen the truth. I eyed her suspiciously, careful to not get too optimistic. 

She turned to Jon. “In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North where he belongs, he will not take up arms against the Lannisters. He will not choose a side.” 

“Just the King in the North? Not me?” Daenerys says. 

Cersei gives her a bitter smile. “I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it, and if you did I would trust you even less than I do now.” She turns back to Jon. “I only ask it of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.”

Cersei watched him, expecting him to agree while the rest of us prayed he would lie and not say a word about his allegiance to Daenerys. 

“I am true to my word, or I try to be.” He takes a moment to find his words. “That is what I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.” 

Daenerys sucks in a breath, clenching her jaw and Cersei abruptly stands. 

“Then there is nothing left to discuss. The dead will come for the North fist. Enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you.” She walks away from the gathering, her Queensgaurd swifty following her. Bewildered, Jaime scrambles after her but is stopped by Brienne. 

“Ser Jaime,” she calls. 

“It’s been good to see you. I imagine the next time will be across a battlefield.” Jaime quickly moves, but Brienne goes to stand in his way. 

“We both saw what just happened. We both saw… that thing.” 

“Yes, I’m not looking forward to seeing more of them. But I’m loyal to the Queen, and you’re loyal to Sansa and her dolt brother so-” 

“Fuck loyalty,” she hits his shoulder. Jaime stops in his tracks at her words. 

“Fuck loyalty?” He echos.

“This is beyond houses and honor and oaths.” She pressed him further. “Talk to the Queen.” 

Jaime looks over Briennes' shoulder to see Cersei watching him stand there with Breinne, a twinge of jealousy in her eyes.

“And tell her what?” He doesn’t give her time to reply, rushing back to Cersei’s side, leaving the Dragonpit.

Ser Davos, staring at Jon, shakes his head. “I wish you hadn’t done that.” 

“I’m grateful for your loyalty,” Daenerys stands in front of Jon. “But we’ve risked far too much for all of this to mean nothing.” 

“I’m pleased you bend the knee, but have you ever considered learning how to lie? Every now and then, just a little?” Tyrion sighed. 

“I’m not going to swear an oath I can’t uphold. Talk about my father if you want, tell me that’s the attitude that got him killed. But when enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies. And lies won’t help us in this fight.”

“That is indeed a problem. The more immediate problem is that we’re fucked.” Tyrion runs a hand down his beard. 

“Any idea as to how we might change that state of affairs?” Davos asks. 

“Only one,” Tyrion says. “Everyone stays here and I go talk to my sister.”

Daenerys shakes her head, hating the idea. “I didn’t come all this way to have my Hand murdered.”

“I don’t want Cersei to murder me either. I could have just stayed in my cell and saved a great deal of trouble.” Tyrion replied. 

“I did this, I should go.” Jon suggests. 

“She’ll definitely murder you.” Tyrion deadpanned. 

“I’ll go with him,” I stood from my chair, stretching out my back. Daenerys shoots me a glare, but I stop her from saything anything. “I’ll be there if she gets a little too trigger happy and stop it.” 

“You can’t. Neither of you can.” She argued. I grabbed her hand, leaning in so that only she could hear me. “Remember when I said that Jaime would be an asset?” She nods. “I think now might be the time.” 

“Besides,” I pulled away, going to stand my Tyrion. “If she even touches a hair on either of us you can burn down the Red Keep with her in it.”

“Shall we?” I look towards Tyrion. He nods, bowing to Daenerys and then the two of us were on our way. 

––

A group of Lannister guards stood outside the Dragonpit. Two Unsullied guards, who were sent by Dany, stood behind us. They glanced over to us as we stepped closer to them. 

Tyrion cleared his throat. “I need to speak with my sister.” 

The guards shared a few glances, but ultimately allowed it. They lead us down the hill silently, only sparingly glancing back to us. We walked along the Street of Flower to the Red Keep, the bustling city street rushing past us. Street vendors called out to potential customers, the merchant vendors flaunted their goods, and children ran up and down the street, playing with one another. 

“Not that I mind, My Lady, but you’ve come along to do more than make sure Cersie doesn’t put my head on a spike.” Tyrion glances towards me. 

“You are correct, My Lord.”

“Can I ask what your purpose is?”

“To talk to your brother and knock some sense into his big head.” 

“Ah, well, do have fun with that. It’s not as if I haven’t tried to do the same for my entire life.” He jests. He thinks back to the many times he’s had to sit down with his dear brother and talk him out of Cersei’s grasp, only for him to talk in circles and hit a brick wall, but something deep down told him that perhaps I might be the one to finally get him to listen.

The city streets of the Capital were far different than what I could have imagined. It was off putting, truth be told. I’d spent a good chunk of my life living in King’s Landing in the modern world, surrounded by cars, buses, skyscrapers, and highrises. Seeing how the city used to be hundreds of years ago was slightly dystopian. Everything seemed so familiar, yet so different, it was both off putting and comforting. 

We were led up into the castle through a side entrance, the Kingsgaurd not warning to grab any attention from the public anymore than they already had. We were led into an underground portion of the castle and down various different tunnels that Maegor the Cruel had built during his reign. It looked like over the many years as the tunnels were being rediscovered the guards had started to use them as a way of quickly moving around the castle. 

Out in the distance I could hear something shift around, as if it were trying to stay hidden from us. I paused, and looked around, catching everyone’s attention. I waited for the sound again, glancing around the tunnel. 

One of the Queensgaurd, annoyed, spoke up. “Keep walking, woman.” 

The Unsullied stepped closer to me, but I motioned for them to stand down, not wanting a blood bath. Just as I was about to give up, the sound arose again this time louder. I walked over to the darkness, where the torch's light couldn’t reach and peered into the darkness. 

Two feline eyes peeked out of the darkness, a low hissing sound coming from it. I crouched down, and held my hands open for the cat, having a sneaking suspicion I knew who it could be. 

“It’s okay,” I said as softly as I could. “No one’s going to hurt you. Come out, please.”

The cat hissing grew louder and louder, but the cat still cautiously stepped out of the shadows. It was a black tomcat with one ear. If you looked carefully, one ear was chewed and the other torn off. 

“It’s okay, honey, I’ll keep you safe. It’s okay to come out, Balerion.” 

The cat's hissing stopped, as if it had been pulled out of a trance. A look of familiarity glossed over the feline's eyes and its hostility dampened. After all these years he was addressed as “you” or “it” or “bastard” or anything else, he was finally addressed by his actual name. 

Balerion.

I reached out slowly and scooped the cat up in my hands, cradling it near my chest. Apprehensively, he turned itself closer to me, still worried that I might be a threat. I stood up and turned back to the men. One of the Queensgaurd shook his head and spat out a misogynistic comment and then started walking again. 

“I never took you as a cat person.” Tyrion said. 

“I like all kinds of animals, but this one,” I glanced down at the black cat, “this one's special.”

We finally emerged onto the Middle Bailey out by the armory and were led up the winding Serpentine Steps and into Maegor's Holdfast where the two Unsullied were told to stand outside. I handed off the cat to one of the men, ordering him to protect the cat with his life. The Mountain waited for us by the steps and wordlessly led us up the staircase to wherever Cersei was or possibly our death.

He led the two of us down a corridor of the Keep towards Cersei’s chamber. Oddly enough, the place hadn’t changed that much in my time. A portion of the Keep had been turned into a part of the University of King’s Landing, which I attended, and the rest was a museum. 

Tyrion looked up at the Mountain who towered over the two of us, and no doubt could kill either one of us. We turned to a corridor and at the end of it was Jaime, waiting for us, and the doors to Cersei’s chambers closed.

“You brought her,” Jaime's points out, eyeing me. 

I raised my hands up, showing I meant no harm to him. “Don’t worry, nothing up my sleeve. Just here as a delegate.”

“You spoke with her.” Tyrion states. 

“At her.” He corrected. “Until she kicked me out. She thinks I was an idiot to trust you. A lot of people seem to think that, actually.” 

“I’m about to step into a room with the most murderous woman in the world, who’s already tried to kill me. Twice. That I know of. Who’s an idiot?”

Jaime almost smiles, “I suppose we should say goodbye, one idiot to another.”

Tyrion nods and the Mountain opens the door. With a deep breath, Tyrion steps into the room to go speak with his sister with the Mountain following closely behind, closing the door behind him leaving Jaime and I alone. 

We stood in silence, the two of us glancing at each other when the other wasn’t looking. 

“I was there,” I began, leaning against the wall. 

Jaime frowns not knowing what I meant. 

“At Highgarden.” 

“On the other dragon?” He recounts. 

I nodded. “Yes and when you left Olenna’s room.” I said, catching him off guard. “I entered right after you’d left.” 

He suspiciously narrows his eyes towards me. “What are you trying to get at?” 

“Nothing, just wanted to give me condolences for the death of your child, well, all of them, really. Sweet Myrcella and Tommen, and I guess Joffrey too. No parent should ever have to outlive their children.” 

Jaime hardens his jaw, his throat’s apple bobs up as he swallows down. 

“But, I can’t help but wonder why you’re still with her. I mean, in some way she’s at fault for your kids' deaths, and you're still with her.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I’m afraid I do. Joffrey, he was a spoiled cunt, knew how to dress, but Gods still a cunt. He even tortured and murdered those prostitutes in his chambers just for sport. If she’d raised him right maybe he would have turned out better. And then Myrcella, Gods, poor her. Living her best life in Dorne only for her to be killed just so it would hurt Cersei. She died in your arms, right? You’d finally had that one father-daughter moment you’d been deprived of just for her to die in your arms. And Tommen, I mean what kind of mother is she? Rather than mourning the loss of her baby boy, like you were, she says that he betrayed her?” I shake my head. “I don’t get how you don’t blame her for their deaths, I know I would.” 

“How do you know all this?” He rasps out. 

Ignoring him, I continued. “I mean, I understand you fell in love with her when you were young. But when are you going to wake up and realize that she’s not the same Cersei anymore?”

“You’re wrong,” He shook his head. 

“No I’m not. Deep down, you know I’m right. What kind of “Queen” blows up the Great Sept of Baelor with hundreds of people in it? What kind of Queen allows her people to starve while she eats and drinks all day long? What kind of Queen puts her own ego above the good of mankind when faced with the Army of the Dead? A woman that doesn’t deserve to be a Queen.”

“And you think Daenerys is better?” He tried to defend Cersei. “She’s a foreigner-”

“She was born on Dragonstone and forced to live in exile or die. Her family has ruled Westeros for nearly three hundred years, and before that they lived on a little island in Blackwater Bay.” I said, exasperated. “I understand the Mad King has left some scars, and I don’t blame you for doing what you did, but you need to stop thinking with your cock and with your brain instead. They wouldn’t have let her live if she was on Dragonstone. That thing in there, the Mountain? He stabbed a little girl, her niece, over fifty times, bashed her little brothers head in and then raped their mother with their blood on them before killing her as well, and your sister parades him around as her Queensgaurd.” 

I took in a deep breath, composing myself. “Everything is laid out. You know which queen stands for what values and now it’s your turn to decide who you want to stand by.” 

The doors quickly open, revealing Cersei and Tyrion behind her. She looks between Jaime and I, but says nothing. Wordlessly, she walks, prompting the rest of us to follow her. The Mountain followed close by as we followed her out of the Red Keep and back to the Dragonpit. 

Jon and Daenerys were stood talking to each other when we arrived, shocked to see Cersei and her people back. 

“My armies will not stand down.” She begins. “I will not pull them back to the capital.” She paused for a moment. “I will march them north, to fight alongside you in the Great War. The darkness is coming for us all. We will face it together.” 

Shocked, everyone looks at Cersei and then Tyrion. “And when the Great War is over, perhaps you will remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not.” She turns to Qyburn and gives the order, “call our banners. All of them.” 

With that, she turns to leave. Before Jaime can leave, I grab his arm, leaning in. “When she goes against her word, send a raven to me.” I let go of his arm and step up the dais to stand next to Daenerys, watching the rest of them leave.

––

Daenerys and I sat around the table watching Balerion walking along the Painted Table, knocking over the figurines we’d placed on it. It entertained himself well, pouncing on the Lion on King’s Landing and leaving an array of scratches on it, while it playfully toyed with the Dragon on Dragonstone.

“I can’t believe it.” Dany said. Her eyes never left the cat’s taking in it’s every move. 

I shake my head. “To think that that cat was the last living thing that saw your niece and nephew before their murder. I can’t imagine the horrors he’s had to see.” 

Balerion walked over to us and leaned in. Dany smiled and reached out to pet him only for him to recoil and hiss. Dany frowned, and moved her hand back, surprised. 

I laughed, reaching into my pocket. “I think he’s hungry.” I pulled a piece of dried fish out of a small bag and held it up to him. He sniffed the treat and immediately pounced on it. I handed another piece to Dany and encouraged her to feed him. Like before, Balerion sniffed the fish and then ate it happily.

The door’s opened and Jon and the rest of them entered, ready for the meeting. Startled, Balerion jumped down into my lap and hissed at the people who entered. I held him close, softly housing him as the others took their seat. I gave him another piece of dried fish as Daenerys started the meeting. 

“We’ve got our armies,” she spoke. “But how do we get to Winterfell?”

“If we have the Dothraki ride hard on the Kingsroad, they’ll arrive at Winterfell within a fortnight.” Jon suggested. 

Daenerys nods, “and the Unsullied?”

“We can sail with them to White Harbor and meet the Dothraki here on the Kings Road, then ride together to Winterfell.” Jon pointed to the long stretch of road that reached from the capital to Winterfell.

“Perhaps you should fly to Winterfell, Your Grace,” Jorah stepped forwards. “You have many enemies in the North. Thousands fell fighting your father. All it takes is one angry man with a crossbow– he’ll see your silver hair on the Kingsroad and know that one well placed bolt will make him a hero: The Man Who Killed the Conqueror.” 

Danerys nods, agreeing with Jorah's sentiments, and goes to speak, but is stopped by Jon. 

“It’s your decision, Your Grace. But if we’re going to be allies in this war, it’s important for the Northerners to see us as allies. If we sail to White Harbor together, I think it sends a better message.”

She weighed her options, seeing the logic and faults in both arguments. She turned to Jorah. “I’ve not come to conquer the North. I’m coming to save the North.” She turned to Jon, nodding, “we sail together.” 

Jon bows his head, a slight smile on his lips and Jorah back’s down. 

“When we arrive at White Harbor, I’ll have to make a detour.” I said. 

“For what?” Daenerys asks. 

“A young wolf’s crown,” I said cryptically. “I need to go to the Twins, but I will rejoin you all before we’ve stepped foot in Winterfell.” 

Understanding, Daenerys nods. It’s not the first time I’d gone off alone, and every time I’ve come back I’ve brought back something that has benefited her. 

“How is the dragon's food?” She asks Varys. 

“We’ve got plenty of food, Your Grace. Lady Vellarys’ suggestion to appeal to the island villagers worked. Almost all of them have offered to give two or three of their livestocks.” He reported. 

“Have a few sail boats with food ready for King’s Landing, we’ll be needing them soon.” I ordered. 

“For the city?” Tyrion asks. 

“Yes, they’re starving and we’re going to be their saving grace, well, Daenerys is.” I turned back to Varys. “And keep your eyes open for any ravens coming from the Red Keep.” 

Jon narrowed his eyes. “You don’t think she’ll send her army north.” 

I nodded, “I’m hoping she proves me wrong, given her current circumstance, but this is Cersei Lannister. She thinks she’s the smartest woman alive when in fact it’s the opposite.” 

The meeting ended smoothly, everyone knowing what they had to do now. I was the last to leave, spotting Jon and Theon having their long awaited talk. I decided to walk around the castle, needing to clear my head and plan what to do next. When I walked towards the docks I saw Theon giving orders to his men and Ironborn ships in the docks. 

“You’re leaving, I assume?” I asked. 

“Yes, My Lady. My sister has taken the Iron Islands and I must return to her.” He replied. 

“And your beloved uncle is going as well?” 

He nodded. “Euron will be punished for his crimes however Yara sees fit.”

“And your conversation with Jon?”

“Good,” he nods, fiddling with his hands. “We’ve..” He tried to find the right words. 

“Reconciled?” 

“Yes. Reconciled.” He looks down and then back up to me. “I want to thank you for.. that night. I almost.. lost my sister, and if it weren’t for your words I wouldn’t have found it in myself to speak to Jon again.” 

“There’s no need to thank me. I only said a few words, you were the one who found it in yourself to do those things.” 

An Ironborn, already aboard the ship, makes the final call for the crew, raising the sails. I stuck my hand out to Theon. “Stay safe, Lord Greyjoy.” 

Our fingers wrap around each other's forearms, giving a squeeze and light shake. 

“You as well, Lady Vellarys.” 

He walks up to the ramp of the ship, boarding and orders the vessel to start moving. I watched on as the Ironborn ships left the ports and further and further away. 

––––

It was late in the evening, Daenerys and I were sat together in her room, having our supper. The food was spread all over the table, meat, fruit, stew, bread, and deserts. A pitcher of wine sat in between us. I poured myself a glass, swirling the white almost golden wine and took a swig. 

“Arbor Gold,” I placed my glass down. “Do you know how much this would cost someone like me during my time? Thousands, hundreds maybe, millions. And here I am, sitting next to you, having dinner, and sipping on one of the finest wines in all of Westeros.”

“Now that we have control of Highgarden, you can drink all the Arbor Gold you what,” she smiled. 

“Oh, believe me, I will.” 

Daenerys sets her fork and knife down, folding her hands in front of her. “We’re going to be leaving for Winterfell soon.” 

“We will,” I mirrored her stance. 

“I want to know what I’ll be facing.” 

I raised my brows and thought back, “well. They don’t like you. Partly because of your father, but also because you’re an outsider, as in not being from the North. The main person you should be wary of is Sansa Stark, Ned’s eldest daughter. She, her father and her younger sister, Arya, traveled to King’s Landing almost seven years ago. Ned was to be Robert’s hand after Jon Arryn was killed and Sansa was Joffery Lannister’s betrothed, but we both know how that went. Her sister and her were separated the day of Ned’s execution and while Arya bounced around Westeros and Essos, Sansa was imprisoned in the Red Keep at Cersei and Joffrey’s mercy. She was humiliated and belittled by both and then forced to marry Tyrion-”

“Tyrion?!” She almost shouts, surprised.

I nodded. “Both of them didn’t want it, but he was a good husband, never made her do anything and defended her even at his own expense. After Joffrey was poisoned she escaped by the help of Littleginger, Pyter Baelish who’s a mess and a half himself, and the two escape to the Vale where Sansa’s aunt, Lysa, former widow of Jon Arryn, was waiting for them. Baelish and Lysa married, which made him Lord of the Vale, which was his main goal, and then he later killed Lysa, who killed her husband under Littlefinger's orders.” 

“What a charmer.” 

“Tell me about it. But don’t worry about him, he’s dead or should be by now.” 

“That’s comforting.” 

“Anyways,” I waved my hand. “After securing the Vale, he sells Sansa off to Ramsey Bolton, who’s one of the families that betrayed the Starks at the Red Wedding. Ramsey was a sadistic fuck, born a bastard and couldn’t seem to move past it and made it his entire personality. She was once again a prisoner, except in her own home. It wasn’t until Theon, who was also imprisoned and tortured by Ramsey, helped her escape as well as Brienne of Tarth, then she was reunited with Jon at Castle Black. Jon, enraged, pleaded to almost every house in the North for support, and got almost none, waged a war on Ramsey – we called it the Battle of the Bastards. Jon nearly died, but the Knights of the Vale came just in time to help, and Jon was able to take back Winterfell.” 

“I can’t imagine what horrors she’s seen.” Dany shook her head, her heart breaking for the poor girl. 

“We need to empathize with her, Dany. Share your experiences, show her that you’re not so different after all. Two girls, no family, alone in an unknown place trying to find themselves back home. It’s going to be difficult, she’s a Stark and Starks are hard headed, you’ve seen how Jon is.” 

She shakes her head, understanding my words and the importance of them. “You said her younger sister was in Essos?”

“Arya. She’s more like her aunt, Lyanna. Less “ladylike” and more “I want to be a knight and go on adventures,” her and Jon have a really close relationship. She went to Braavos to learn the way of the Faceless Men, once she did she came back to Westeros, laid waste to House Frey and then traveled to Winterfell.” 

“And what is her attitude towards us?”

“Positive, from what I recall. She still has her Northern mentality, but she looks up to strong female figures; Nymeria of Ny Sar and Visenya Targaryen to name a few.”

“And the Crown you referred to, of the wolf? Was it Robb Starks?”

“It’s still in the Twins, hidden in some treasure chest. I think if we give it to them, especially Sansa, as a sign of good faith to the Starks and the North they won’t be so hostile.” 

“And you think you can find it?” 

“I have to try.” I shrugged. “If I find it then we start off on the right foot with the Starks, if we don’t then we’re going to have to work harder.”

Daenerys’ eye trails off to the right, a servant just entering with a worried expression. 

“I apologize for the intruding, Your Grace, but a raven from King’s Landing has arrived for Lady Vellarys.”

–––

The tension in the room was palpable, everyone staring off, almost defeated. The message that we’d just received sat at the table in front of us. 

You were right. She’s refused to send the army North. Cersei has betrayed us. – J.L

 Jon stood at the end of the table, seething with anger, feeling foolish that he believed Cersei at all. Daenerys sat at the head of the table, hands folded in front of her. Tyrion looked defeated, a goblet of wine in one hand and the other ready to reach for the pitcher to pour more. Varys had an unreadable expression, standing there with his arms crossed and eyes on the floor. 

“Cersei said she’d send her armies North,” Tyrion muttered under his breath. 

Angrily, Daenerys turned to him. “You trusted her, Tyrion. You said that she would never betray family.”

“I believed her. I made a mistake– we all make mistakes.” His voice came out angry and defeated. 

Daenerys angrily stood up from her chair, the wooden feet scraping against the stone floor. Fire burned in her violet eyes. “She fooled you. You knew she was dangerous, but you still listened to her, trusted her.”

Tyrion shook his head, not at her words, but at his own foolishness, blinded by family. “I didn’t want to believe that she was capable of this. That she’d risk the fate of the world for the throne.”

Before Daenerys could lay into him even more I placed my hand on her shoulder, reeling her back. She turned to me and the look on my face was all she needed to know. 

“You knew.” She sneered. “You knew, and you still let us meet. How could you? You were supposed to help me–” 

“Daenerys.” 

“No! Tell me, did you–” 

“Of course I fucking knew!” I scoffed. “Did I have some hope that she’s turn a new leaf and be a good fucking human being? Yes. But deep down, just like all of you, I knew that that bitch would only think about herself.”

“What else do you think I’ve been preparing for?” I took in a deep breath, feeling a migraine approaching. Calmly, I turned to Daenerys. “We still have enough men, we still have the Dornish army, the Reach, three fucking dragons – Daenerys we have enough. We are going to win, and when we do we’re going to take the throne and put that whore’s neck on a chopping block.” 

I turned to Vayrs. “Put you little birds to work. Tell them what we know; The Army of the Dead march towards us and that Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow pleaded to Cersei Lannister to help defend the Realm, but she refused. Tell them that Daenerys is marching North to fight the dead with her army and dragons. Tell them to sing her praises. Tell them if anyone else wants to fight for all of humanity alongside the rightful Queen then to march North now. Send the ships filled with aid to King’s Landing, tell them it’s from their true Queen, that she can’t stand to see her people starving in the streets, that she thinks of them in her prayers while she’s off to fight against the Night King.”

Surprised at my outwards aggression, Varys stands there, shocked only snapping back to reality when Daenerys’ sharp eyes are on him He quickly bows his head, muttering a “as you wish, My Lady,” and scurried out of the room to do as he was commanded. I walked over to Daeneys, who was a bit more calm now than before, taking her hands in mine, reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry, we will prevail. Don’t let this get to you. You have to think forwards and to the battles ahead. I swear to you, we will win.” She closed her eyes as we brought our foreheads together. “Rest for now, I’ll handle everything.” 

Daenerys nodded. “Be sure to sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us.” She turns to leave, not sparing anyone a glance. Jon and Tyrion watch her go, wanting to say something but staying quiet at the end. 

I walked to Jon, “go, comfort her. She needs you.” Without a word he dashes out the room and towards Daenerys’ chamber.  

Exhausted, I take a seat at the table, closing my eyes. There's some shifting and metal clinking before Tyrion speaks. 

“You’re a lot better at being the Hand than I am.” I open my eyes and catch him placing a fresh cup of win in front of me. I reached over, taking it. 

“Trust me, I’m not.” I take a great swig, letting the Dornish Red run down my throat. “I wasn’t lying,” I played with the cup in my hand. “When I said that I believed her a little bit. I thought that after losing all of her children in horrific ways that she would join us to protect the one she’s pregnant with. But I guess not.”

“To be deceived by my sister,” Tyrion raises his glass as a toast. 

I grimace, raising mine in agreement. “Let's never toast to this ever again.” 

–––

Our day started off even before the sun had crossed the horizon. Begrudgingly, I got prepared for our long travel with the help of the servants. As the days went by, the weather got colder, and now with the Night King at our doorsteps, the days were going to get even worse.

Some servants hulled the last of my belongings down to the ships. I stood by the railing, looking down at the people working hard for our departure when Daenerys came to stand by my side. 

“You were right,” She says. “Deep down I knew that she was lying, but like everyone else, I believed her. I was deceived.” 

I turned to her, but spotted someone behind her. “Lord Varys.” 

He bowed, addressing us both. “You were right to prepare, My Lady. My little birds tell me that the people are growing more hostile to Cersei and favoring Daenerys. It won’t be long until riots start to break out and they storm the Red Keep.” 

“Do you think she will send her armies North now that the people have turned?” Daenerys asks me. 

“No. That woman fears no one, not even the Gods. If she sends her armies North now it would mean swallowing her ego and giving up the throne, which is inevitable at this point.” 

I glanced towards the oncoming sunrise. “By the time we’re finished with the Night King, the people of King’s Landing will open the city doors for us with welcoming arms.” 

––––

Snow falls from the sky, but that doesn’t deter the Army of the Dead from marching forwards. Nothing does. The wights come out of the treeline by the dozens, all itching to feed off of a living creature. They all stand there, mindlessly looking up at the seven hundred foot tall wall made of ice and magic, the only thing standing in between them and the Seven Kingdoms. 

Waves can be heard hitting the cliffside. The cold ocean wind carries all across Eastwatch. But that doesn’t do anything to them. The Army of the Dead relish in the bitter cold, they are the cold. They are the everlasting winter.

They part like the sea, letting the Night King and his entourage through. The snow crunched under the hooves of their undead horses. The Night King’s ice cold, glowing blue eyes took in the sight before him. Finally, after hundreds of years, after growing his army and his powers he was here ready to accomplish his task; utter annihilation of all mankind. 

And the only thing standing in his way was a wall made of ice, holding the same magic that ran through his frozen vines made by the same beings that birthed him into this world. 

He gets off his horse, leisurely walking to the ice wall. The White Walkers watch him bring his hand to the wall. He caresses it, taking in every second of this moment. Closing his eyes, he focuses his powers to a point under his hand, willing himself to break the wall. 

The ground violently shakes, trees rattling and swaying side to side, and a faint crackling sound grows by the minute. The wind blows around them, threatening to rip out the trees from the earth, it howls and lets out the deafening whistle as the Night King uses more of his power. He digs his nails into the ice and the chucks of the wall start to fall from the sky. Bit by bit, the wall crumbled, hitting the ground with loud thuds and shattering on impact to more ice shards. The Night King uses more of his power and the protective magic in the ice finally breaks causing the walls foundation to crumble and give away, finally collapsing.. 

The wights let out a shriveling screech and charge through the fallen wall, eager to feast and lay waste to everything in sight. The Night King walks back to his horse, mounting him and making his way over the remains of Branden the Builder's greatest creation. There’s almost an excited expression on his ice cold face. He grips onto the horse's leash and he can still feel the remnants of his power at the tips of his icy fingers. So close. He’s so close to finally achieving his goal. If he could, he'd smile triumphantly.  

Winter was coming. 

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a/n: i'm back from my little vacation which means more chapters :))

[mydearviserra]

could you do Tywin Lannister x reader headcannons about your first time with him? 💕💕

Tywin Lannister headcanon

First time (˶°ㅁ°) !!

First headcanon!! Yay

Tywin definitely put to much energy into wanting to actually do it, once Tywin and reader entered their now chambers he sees it as a chore

Joanna still hold a place in his heart so he feels guilty having to do this duty let along get married again

At first sees you as a vessel for more heirs, so he puts “effort” into letting you take off his clothes and him doing the same

He says nothing, only looking at you with a blank almost bored expression. Like you could even keep eye contact

He secretly loved the way you shuttered at his intimidating gaze, he starts to feel a bit of excitement for this

Tywin left a bit of a adrenaline rush seeing your bare body, leading you to the bed he starts to nibble at your skin.

He whispered degrading words as he nibbled at your skin, he wanted to bring you down that you won’t be the top of his list, being his wife doesn’t mean much to him etc

You left your stomach turn a mixture of feeling you Should yell and scream at him but as he touches your skin, leaving bite marks you could help but feel the burning for this touch

Tywin for sure thrust with a weakly just to annoy you, he wanted to see you beg for him he gets off by wanting to see you being desperate for him anything to boost his ego

After a while he sees the affect he has on you, your moans getting louder, your hands touching his chest etc he picks up his speed

Tywin will talk you through it since he knows this is your first time and how much he’s making you a mess he’ll tell you how good your doing, and a mixture of taunting you when he edges you

Tywin will overstimulate you, even after four orgasm the dilf STILL has stamina

Tywin will make you lick off his fingers/clean off the mess from scooping up his own cum or after you came in his fingers he’ll make you lick his fingers clean

Or when you give him a blowjob he’ll make you clean off the mess that dropped on the floor, on him or yourself

He’ll be gentle at first when you first give him a blowjob, he wanted to teach you to do it properly how he likes it once you get the hang of it you’ll literally GAG ON IT

After a while he’ll start introducing his own kinks a bit, he the first round of sex it’s just a intro especially to help you get use to his size then later In the round he’ll start adding his own on kinks but not enough to overwhelm you he didn’t want you to stop midway but he’ll start helping you find your own kinks/let you get comfortable enough to tell him

after HOURS, he’ll help clean you off and change the bed sheets. Seeing how exhausted you were he’ll let you lay on him though tbh I feel like he isn’t that MUCH of a cuddle person maybe being big spoon for a while but he so use to being on his own side of the bed it’s like he’s rusty to cuddling

Tywin will stay up longer after you fell asleep, I think he’ll just stare at you. To fully take in that YOU are his wife, you’ll be his lady and now the a mother to his kids. He will definitely give himself a headache just hearing Cersei voice being upset he took another wife and now “replacing” his first kids. Nonetheless he’ll be gentle touching your skin, like on your arm, back, cheek. Just fully taking in the unfamiliar features.

In the back of Tywin mind he for sure change a bit of his feelings about you, but he still has his guard up. It’ll take him a long time to fully trust or even care for you. He’ll keep tabs on you, watching from afar but never fully being the one to ask if your okay with this new life.

For now Tywin will let his guard slip a just a bit to hold you back after he pulled the covers over the both of you. Letting you melt against him

[jedimaesteryoda]

As of A Dance with Dragons, Cersei knows from Qyburn that Jaime disappeared with Brienne. She tells herself that "Jaime would never abandon me for such a creature."

Yet, Qyburn was there with them at Harrenhal in A Storm of Swords. That was how he met Jaime.

My question is how long until Qyburn informs Cersei that Jaime got into a bath with Brienne and they found him in her arms?

[0bsessiv3s0ul]

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen

[aphroditelovesu]

Um, hello there. I just wanted to ask, can you write yandere headcanons of House Lannister? I just read that you can, but if not then I’m sorry and you can skip it anyway. But if you can then it’ll be wonderful

2nd request: ''Hi, umm… I know that you’re probably busy with requests and asks, but um can you write Yandere platonic Lannisters with the Reader? If you can of course'' - send by Anon.

"Hear Me Roar." — House Lannister.

❝ 🦁— lady l: I'm sorry for the delay but I think you're used to it, right? Lol, I really apologize. These last few months have been absolute madness and my grandfather is sick, my father too and everything is out of control. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons!

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death by fire, threats and implied murder.

❝🦁pairing: yandere platonic!house lannister x gender neutral!reader.

None of this was planned or thought through. Just happened. Your introduction to House Lannister just…happened. Some would say you were lucky, others that you were cursed to have to deal with this family, but none of that really mattered. It didn't matter because you're with them and they won't let you.

Contrary to what many people think, your family was already close in the right measure to the Lannisters, your family was from a House Vassal of the Lannisters so you already had a connection, but it wasn't really strong or similar to what it became in the next few years. Your mother was a close friend of Joanna's and both of them shared the pregnancy, you grew up alongside the twins and that was something that solidified the bond between the three of you.

You, Cersei and Jamie were inseparable. Though Tywin was initially apprehensive about this relationship, Joanna eased her husband's concerns by demonstrating how much she adored you too. It was quite common to see the three of you playing together at Casterly Rock for everyone's amusement. The three of you were never apart, and Cersei sulked when she was forced to say goodbye to you. She hated it.

Tywin was never really close to you, it wasn't because he had anything against you or anything, he was just distant. But that all changed when tragedy struck your family and you were forced to flee to the protection of the Lannisters. Your parents had apparently insulted the Mad King and, as a form of punishment, he had given orders to burn your family. You were the only one to survive because you were protected by Tywin and Joanna. They were your family now. Whether you want to or not.

Cersei was over the moon when she heard you were her sibiling now. And Jamie couldn't be happier to finally have you with them, really with them. Joanna didn't mind, she was happy and she really adored you and was quick to refer to you as hers, Tywin tried to be rational and the voice of reason saying you'd just stay with them until everything worked out, but nothing would work out, not after he became as obsessed with you as the rest of your family.

Joanna was a loving and very kind mother, she absolutely adored you and spoiled you in spades. You were allowed to do whatever you wanted and get away with no punishment. She tried to fight her growing obsession, she really tried out of consideration for her late friend but when you called her ''mother'' for the first time, there was no going back. You were hers from that moment on. She loves spending time with you, reading or doing whatever you like.

Tywin was an authoritative figure and that has never changed over the years, he has only the best for you in mind and that's why he is so strict, but he has a soft side that shows only to his wife and you. He tries to be as tough as his wife doesn't even try, but he will always give in to you. Especially if you look at him with tears in your eyes, his heart melts right there and he does what you ask on the spot. Just like Joanna, you can get away with whatever you do because to him you could never do wrong. You were perfect, and anyone who dared to disagree would find it no good to cross Tywin Lannister.

Jamie is the quietest of his family, he is the understanding brother with your feelings and is always there to protect and take care of you. He is the most protective of his family and he is very suspicious of anyone who tries to get too close to you. He will get into fights for you, feeling proud and triumphant when he gets your support during a fight. Jamie adores you so much, you're the closest thing to an understanding brother he's ever had and he'd be damned if he let anyone take you away. You were a Lannister and always would be.

Cersei is the most possessive and greedy of her family, she will do anything to get your attention and will fly into a rage if she doesn't get it. She hates sharing you with anyone other than her and her twin brother. Cersei might even see you as she sees Jamie, as an extension of herself and not really a person. Like a possession. Something that belongs to her and she's not the type to share. She loves spending time with you, talking, gossiping or just enjoying your company.

The whole family was happy, everyone adored you and you adored them. Everything was perfect. Tywin and Joanna were your loving parents and Cersei and Jamie your mischievous and clingy siblings. Everything was perfect like it's never been before. Until Joanna got pregnant again. Everyone was happy about her pregnancy, including you who were longing for a younger sibling. Cersei wasn't really happy about it all, seeing as you seemed to spend more time with mom than with her because of the pregnancy. Jamie had no problem with that, not like her sister, and just enjoyed this period of Joanna's life.

When the day of delivery finally came, it was difficult and painful, you were there the whole time and you saw Joanna Lannister die. Your mother. It was as if your world had collapsed, not just yours, but Tywin and the twins' as well. You welcomed with joy Tyrion, but your father and sibilings did not. They rejected him, treating him like nothing and blaming him for Joanna's death. During the long period of mourning, you were the only company Tywin sought out. You tried to comfort him and seek solace for yourself, you were the only one to witness the Lord of Casterly Rock's vulnerability.

You were Tyrion's only constant companion as he grew up, constantly despised by his family and those around him for being a dwarf, he clung to you more and more. You were the only person who really cared for him, the one who convinced Tywin and Cersei to act with a modicum of decency around Tyrion, at least while you're around.

Tyrion is the most abrasive of his family regarding his obsession with you, he knows very well that his feelings are wrong, to say the least, but he tries to control as much as he can, although he can't help but be so attached to you. He craves your attention and approval as he grows up and even as an adult that hasn't changed. He wants your approval, if he can't get it from his father then he wants his. He is very kind to you, but he is still a Lannister, and may the Seven have mercy on anyone who dares to harm you, for Tyrion would be sure to ruin them utterly.

All Lannisters are obsessed with you in their own way and have their own infighting, Tywin and Cersei want to keep you away from Tyrion as they are sure Tyrion will be your undoing, Jamie is happy to see that you care too about your brother and he makes sure you spend your days with him and Tyrion, much to the chagrin of your father and sister. They all fight each other and wouldn't mind killing each other to have you. But everything changes when there is a threat against you and they all quickly join together to get rid of that threat quickly and painfully. May the Seven forbid anything to happen to you, for you can be sure the whole family would go wild and most likely blame each other.

There are rumors that Tywin supported Robert Baratheon because of a personal revenge, some say it was because of what the Mad King did for your dead family, others say it's because Rhaegar insulted him. Rhaegar insulted him by wanting to take you as his spouse instead of Cersei, and Tywin could not allow that. He would not allow his beloved child to be taken from him. And Cersei agreed with that completely, she didn't want you to marry and leave her, Jamie didn't seem to mind too much but he doesn't like the idea of being taken away from you, as long as you were happy he would be fine. Tyrion is the most selfless and says that if you ever want to marry, he will support you, as long as it is someone he has highly valued. You are a Lannister and therefore you must have only the best and your family will ensure that. They promise you.

[shruiee]

You guys this might not be an original thought but bare with me. I was writing the next chapter of River of Gold and I smoked weed (I’m Canadian it’s legal) so now my brain is just coming up with stuff.

What if Tywin’s three children represent his most noted qualities.

Jamie Lannister: Disciplined, Self-Assured and Loyal to Cersei, he to me represents the love Tywin had for Joanna. How he never married again and left the royal court to shield her honour.

Cersei Lannister: Anger, Protective, Strong Headed. Cersei I think represents the more aggressive side of Tywin. She picked up his cruelty, that whole thing about doing anything to put your family first.

Tyrion Lannister: Intellectual, Knows how to play the game. In the words of Genna Lannister herself. Tyrion is the most like Tywin when it comes to court business and dealing with snakes in your corner.

I don’t know if this was intentional by GRRM or if I’m reading too much into it. But I absolutely love how it shows the way Tywin has influenced his children and which parts of him he bestowed on them.

Come to think of it, if those three were as tight as the Stark siblings, I’m afraid they might have been unstoppable.

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

Bracelet for Cersei Lannister

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What have you guys done? 🤣

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Jaime's Famous Prophetic Dream (and Possible connection to Jon Snow)

Selam, Hi!

Today I want to interpret Jaime's two prophetic dreams. Obviously, before doing this, Jaime's story ending was in the form of traditional expectation (for me), but after interpreting it, I started to foresee a different ending and this ending... connected to Jon Snow.

I will also share my predictions about the last book during the review, so I should warn you that this will be a long thread.

Considering that my English is not good, I hope this does not kill your reading pleasure.

Let's begin.

First Dream

Jaime Lannister has chapters starting from book 3. His first dream appears in chapter 2. In fact, the dream is basically a flashback where he remembers Aerys' last moments and Jaime sitting on the throne right after to see who will come to take the throne.

Therefore, it has no prophetic content. It is used to show us what happened in the past, but the last part of the dream is not a memory:

In his dreams the dead came burning, gowned in swirling green flames. Jaime danced around them with a golden sword, but for every one he struck down two more arose to take his place.

In fact, it is a very interesting detail that the dead that Jaime killed later rise again in the form of at least two. Do more enemies rise against each enemy he destroys? Is that what he is talking about? If it is not something like the story of the snake that grows two heads when its head is cut off in Greek myths, could it be a reference to the Long Night?

It is very likely that we are talking about the Long Night.

Remember the dreams Tyrion had after the Battle of the Blackwater; most people don't notice it, but there were references to the Long Night. There may have been a reference to Jaime in the same book. It is also striking that the dead here are wearing green flames. Considering the flames of the wildfire mentioned and the fact that they will explode, the possibility of it being a reference to the future increases even more. Of course, killing those who are already dead is similar to Jon killing his acquaintances, most of whom are dead, again in the last book. Can we see it as old enemies, regrets, dreams? Maybe.

Of course, it is also noteworthy that Jaime's dream parallels Jon's.

Second Dream

We have come to the real important dream.

Chapter 6 of Jaime in book 3... Also known as the dream that decided him to save Brienne. It is an important detail that he saw this dream while he was sleeping leaning on the weirwood tree trunk. For obvious reasons... (The dream is a little long, you know.)

Naked and alone he stood, surrounded by enemies, with stone walls all around him pressing close. The Rock, he knew. He could feel the immense weight of it above his head. He was home. He was home and whole.He held his right hand up and flexed his fingers to feel the strength in them.

It felt as good as sex. As good as swordplay. Four fingers and a thumb. He had dreamed that he was maimed, but it wasn't so. Relief made him dizzy. My hand, my good hand. Nothing could hurt him so long as he was whole.Around him stood a dozen tall dark figures in cowled robes that hid their faces. In their hands were spears. "Who are you?" he demanded of them. "What business do you have in Casterly Rock?"

They gave no answer, only prodded him with the points of their spears. He had no choice but to descend. Down a twisting passageway he went, narrow steps carved from the living rock, down and down. I must go up, he told himself. Up, not down. Why am I going down? Below the earth his doom awaited, he knew with the certainty of dream; something dark and terrible lurked there, something that wanted him.

Jaime tried to halt, but their spears prodded him on. If only I had my sword, nothing could harm me.The steps ended abruptly on echoing darkness. Jaime had the sense of vast space before him. He jerked to a halt, teetering on the edge of nothingness. A spearpoint jabbed at the small of the back, shoving him into the abyss. He shouted, but the fall was short. He landed on his hands and knees, upon soft sand and shallow water. There were watery caverns deep below Casterly Rock, but this one was strange to him. "What place is this?"

"Your place." The voice echoed; it was a hundred voices, a thousand, the voices of all the Lannisters since Lann the Clever, who'd lived at the dawn of days. But most of all it was his father's voice, and beside Lord Tywin stood his sister, pale and beautiful, a torch burning in her hand. Joffrey was there as well, the son they'd made together, and behind them a dozen more dark shapes with golden hair.

"Sister, why has Father brought us here?"

"Us? This is your place, Brother. This is your darkness." Her torch was the only light in the cavern. Her torch was the only light in the world. She turned to go.

"Stay with me," Jaime pleaded. "Don't leave me here alone." But they were leaving. "Don't leave me in the dark!" Something terrible lived down here. "Give me a sword, at least."

"I gave you a sword," Lord Tywin said.

It was at his feet. Jaime groped under the water until his hand closed upon the hilt. Nothing can hurt me so long as I have a sword. As he raised the sword a finger of pale flame flickered at the point and crept up along the edge, stopping a hand's breath from the hilt. The fire took on the color of the steel itself so it burned with a silvery-blue light, and the gloom pulled back. Crouching, listening, Jaime moved in a circle, ready for anything that might come out of the darkness. The water flowed into his boots, ankle deep and bitterly cold. Beware the water, he told himself. There may be creatures living in it, hidden deeps . . .

From behind came a great splash. Jaime whirled toward the sound . . . but the faint light revealed only Brienne of Tarth, her hands bound in heavy chains. "I swore to keep you safe," the wench said stubbornly. "I swore an oath." Naked, she raised her hands to Jaime. "Ser. Please. If you would be so good."

The steel links parted like silk. "A sword," Brienne begged, and there it was, scabbard, belt, and all. She buckled it around her thick waist. The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight. Brienne's sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated a little more.

"The flames will burn so long as you live," he heard Cersei call. "When they die, so must you."

"Sister!" he shouted. "Stay with me. Stay!" There was no reply but the soft sound of retreating footsteps.

Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer. Beneath her feet, a reflection of the burning blade shone on the surface of the flat black water. She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman's shape now.

"Do they keep a bear down here?" Brienne was moving, slow and wary, sword to hand; step, turn, and listen. Each step made a little splash. "A cave lion? Direwolves? Some bear? Tell me, Jaime. What lives here? What lives in the darkness?"

"Doom." No bear, he knew. No lion. "Only doom."

In the cool silvery-blue light of the swords, the big wench looked pale and fierce. "I mislike this place."

"I'm not fond of it myself." Their blades made a little island of light, but all around them stretched a sea of darkness, unending. "My feet are wet."

"We could go back the way they brought us. If you climbed on my shoulders you'd have no trouble reaching that tunnel mouth." Then I could follow Cersei. He could feel himself growing hard at the thought, and turned away so Brienne would not see.

"Listen." She put a hand on his shoulder, and he trembled at the sudden touch. She's warm. "Something comes." Brienne lifted her sword to point off to his left. "There," He peered into the gloom until he saw it too. Something was moving through the darkness, he could not quite make it out . . .

"A man on a horse. No, two. Two riders, side by side."

"Down here, beneath the Rock?" It made no sense. Yet there came two riders on pale horses, men and mounts both armored. The destriers emerged from the blackness at a slow walk. They make no sound, Jaime realized. No splashing, no clink of mail nor clop of hoof. He remembered Eddard Stark, riding the length of Aerys's throne room wrapped in silence. Only his eyes had spoken; a lord's eyes, cold and grey and full of judgment. "Is it you, Stark?" Jaime called. "Come ahead. I never feared you living, I do not fear you dead."

Brienne touched his arm. "There are more." He saw them too. They were armored all in snow, it seemed to him, and ribbons of mist swirled back from their shoulders. The visors of their helms were closed, but Jaime Lannister did not need to look upon their faces to know them. Five had been his brothers. Oswell Whent and Jon Darry. Lewyn Martell, a prince of Dorne. The White Bull, Gerold Hightower. Ser Arthur Dayne, Sword of the Morning. And beside them, crowned in mist and grief with his long hair streaming behind him, rode Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

"You don't frighten me," he called, turning as they split to either side of him. He did not know which way to face. "I will fight you one by one or all together. But who is there for the wench to duel? She gets cross when you leave her out."

"I swore an oath to keep him safe," she said to Rhaegar's shade. "I swore a holy oath."

"We all swore oaths," said Ser Arthur Dayne, so sadly. The shades dismounted from their ghostly horses. When they drew their longswords, it made not a sound. "He was going to burn the city," Jaime said. "To leave Robert only ashes."

"He was your king," said Darry. "You swore to keep him safe," said Whent. "And the children, them as well," said Prince Lewyn. Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. "I left my wife and children in your hands."

"I never thought he'd hurt them." Jaime's sword was burning less brightly now. "I was with the king . . . "

"Killing the king," said Ser Arthur.

"Cutting his throat," said Prince Lewyn.

"The king you had sworn to die for," said the White Bull.

The fires that ran along the blade were guttering out, and Jaime remembered what Cersei had said. No. Terror closed a hand about his throat. Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne's burned, as the ghosts came rushing in. "No," he said, "no, no, no. Nooooooooo!"

Look, this is a very beautiful dream. First of all, this dream is about ‘Jaime's darkness’, in other words, it is about him facing and coming to terms with his own choices. Not only that, there are also foreshadowings.

I had previously likened Jaime's first dream to Jon's dream, and this continues here. There is a reference to Jon's crypt dreams here too. Jaime goes down with a similar reaction to Jon. There are no crypt graves in the Rock, instead there are water caves, so he goes underground to represent ‘death’. The faith believes in the concept of hell, but in the old faith there is an underland concept; the land of the dead... in the Nors mythology , the cold snowy lands where Hel ruled, the underworld... That's why you see northern lords like Stark and Bolton having crypt tombs. Not all of them, but some of them... Probably because of the belief in the connection of the underworld with the world of the dead.

Naturally, Jaime's dream is not an ordinary dream, and it is obvious that it was sent by one of the old powers of the north, but who? Bloodraven comes to mind first. He was probably sending those dreams to Jon, in that case, shouldn't he have sent them to Jaime? He knows what he did to Bran and his possible connection with Jon.

He is a Kingsguard and more importantly one of the 2 people left from the Mad King era. Why would he choose Jaime when there is someone like Selmy? Honestly, it's hard to give a clear answer to this, maybe it's because Selmy is old and foresees that the end is near... I don't know. After all, it is also difficult to predict Jaime's role in the future. Yes, what will happen with his siblings is predictable, but what will he do in the Long Night? We don't know that, but he seems to have a role.

The Greenseers have the power to foresee this, so it seems that Bloodraven whatever saw , he is trying to direct, change and correct Jaime. Could this dream be a test for him? At the end of the dream, he goes and saves Brienne. If he hadn't made this choice, he would probably leave him, not care about him, and maybe look for someone else...?

On the other hand, Jaime has a difference from the other guards. Although he is an bad Kingsguard, he is actually someone who chooses not to follow anyone blindly, except Cersei, of course, but then he gets rid of that influence... In fact, what makes him a bad Kingsguard is precisely because of this "he's not blind following".

So he doesn't say ‘I swore an oath, no matter how many people the king kills...’. Even when he wanted to protect the queen against the king, his companions objected. So he didn't hesitate to speak his conscience, unlike others. People call him an oath-breaker, but I believe that he did the right thing as a ‘human being’. I think it takes courage to do this, knowing what might happen to him. I mean, he could have chosen the easy way; he could have run away, he could have saved his father; the city would have exploded, the king would have died anyway, but he wouldn't have been called an oath-breaker, he could have told a lie for his absence, ‘the king ordered me to go there’... but he didn't.

On the other hand, even though becoming KM disqualified him from his inheritance in the Rock, Tywin continued to regard him as his official heir. Probably no one would have questioned Jaime's possible attempt too much in the Westlands. Especially considering that the KM ritual had been broken. When Selmy was freed, so was the tradition of lifelong service. Therefore, Jaime has a chance to take the western power in his hands if he wants, he can get this opportunity somehow; after all, his own children are sitting on the throne. Power is in favour of the Lannisters. So what is the possible importance of this for Bloodraven?

Jaime's possible connection with Jon Snow, of course!

There are Jon references in the dreams for two years, indirectly, it goes parallel with his dreams. Ice Turtle from Westeros.forum has divided the dreams by colouring them.

The ones in green seem to refer to events that have happened and will happen later in the books. What are they?

Brienne has to fight the bear in Harrenhall, there is a bear question in the dream.

At the end of the fourth book, she shouts SWORD, just like in the dream. Although this part is not shown clearly, but it was later confirmed, he was choosing the sword.

Tywin gives him a new sword forged from Ned's sword, which he also does in the dream.

‘I swore to keep her safe,’ was something Brienne repeated anyway, at least for a while.

The warmth of Brienne's touch shows that he (and she) is still alive. He will probably live until the last book, because everyone seen here consists of people we know are dead or will die. For example, Joffrey is there, but Jaime doesn't even know that he is dead, he will find out in the next POV. His other children are not there, only his dead son. So it's a ‘talking to the dead’ place. Cersei being there, with her father and Joff... that's remarkable...

I always thought that Jaime would die with Cersei; after killing her or while killing her... I mean, like jumping/fall from a height, dying or something like that... Apparently that's not going to happen, and if that's the case, we're going to have to change the order of things in the last book.

In general, I have argued that the Long Night and the Second Dance will take place together; I thought that Jon would come to the King's Landing last after he had fought off the main dangers and could deal with the Lannisters, and here Cersei (tries) blows up the city like a mad queen, Jaime intervenes and the death I mentioned takes place, but the fact that Cersei dies before Jaime takes it to different dimensions. Let's go in order.

If Jaime is the valonqar, Cersei's end, and naturally the end of the Lannister rule, will happen earlier than expected in the 7th book.

Remember the interpretation of the Conqueror's prophecy from the TV Show; we still don't know exactly what he saw, we only know his interpretation... he saw the Others coming from the far north and the Long Night. He said that the one who would resist this would come from his blood and called his dream the Song of Ice and Fire. He also saw this savior as the same as Azor Ahai/The Prince That Was Promised, a familiar figure from Essos. It was probably the Conqueror's prophecy that Rhaegar read in a book and changed his life... After all, this is why the Conqueror decided to unite the Realm and act as one against this upcoming war, and put his own house at the head. Viserys had said something along the lines of when the time came for a Targaryen to sit on the throne, in the first year of the tv show, but I don't know if this was directly the Conqueror's thought or Viserys' own deduction, but it was probably an idea that came from the Conqueror, because he believed that the savior would come from his own blood.

Naturally, he actually embarked on this conquest to prepare the kingdom for his arrival. He was actually leaving the throne to that person "The song". It wouldn't be a very wrong interpretation to say that the Targs who took the throne until he came were only responsible for protecting the throne, but of course, what happened at the Dance and finally the Mad King himself... They thwarted the Conqueror's goal.

Naturally, the real savior in our series, this character called A Song of Ice and Fire, needs to reclaim the throne – logically – and somehow restore unity before he can fully confront the threat of the Long Night. Since (to me) this person is Jon Snow , my interpretations will be in this vein.

My prediction for the last book

When the Long Night comes, how the people of the Realm will unite and resist is a matter of curiosity for readers. We haven't even been able to convince the northerners that the Others are coming, let alone the southerners... Just because the northerners say it, the southerners won't believe it. When they see it with their own eyes, it will be too late anyway. Naturally, the person who rules Westeros needs to make this move, we can't expect the nation to gather and organize on its own. The Lannisters won't do this, they can't. Only Jon and Dany may have this awareness, but Dany doesn't even have a remotely relevant story arc for that matter to the Others so far. The Red Priests will saying "you're the savior" at the last minute... Naturally, that leaves Jon Snow.

Jon Snow going to King's Landing to take the Iron Throne is inevitable at some point, as you can understand. He needs to end the conflicts and divisions that are going on. This can only happen by taking the lead. Let's be realistic, after everything that has happened, the northerners will have a hard time bending their knees to someone who is not one of them. Since traditions and precedents are already important to the southerners, (probably) Jon being the rightful owner due to being the legitimate son of Rhaegar is not something they can object to. Especially with the idea of saving the nation from the Lannisters and putting an end to Dany's possible threat, considering that they do not like the idea of women sitting on the Iron Throne... Jon shines like the sun in the south... He becomes hope for them.

In fact, this somewhat fits with Varys and Illyrio's plan to use Viserys and his brother-in-law Drogo's army as a "threat" to put Aegon on the throne; to tire people out by making them fight the Throne, and to present Rhaegar's son as a symbol of "hope" and turn him into a savior... The only difference is that instead of a fake son-king, the real son-king will do this in a natural process... Another exiled Targaryen will come with foreign invading forces and will again fight a first-stage war with the Throne and probably Aegon... similar to the plans they made in the first book, but this time against them... then Jon will step in and sweep them all away...

Of course Cersei won’t stay idle, she ties to the mad queen and Jaime will come and kills her. I don’t know if the city will explode because of her in any way or if it will explode for some other reason after that; it is not important for now. One way or another, the Lannister Dynasty will end and the throne will pass to Jon Snow. After that, they will focus on the Long Night showdown. Remember how I interpreted Tyrion’s dreams for this KL war.

Actually, I have another dream interpretation that supports this; the Tyrion dream I mentioned before. Maybe I'll open a thread for that later... in short, there are foreshadowings in that dream about the Starks' arrival and their capture of KL.

Of course, Jon needs to get a certain support in the south to do what I say. After all, the moment his identity is revealed and he announces it, people won't line up behind him. As you can see, Jon inheriting not only the north but also the riverlands kingdom is not something that was written for nothing; he needs political and financial support. He will have 2 kingdoms behind him in the first step, which were the two powers that the Baratheons had behind them during the Rebellion.

I don't know if the Vale will cooperate with the north this time -in some way-. This also depends on Littlefinger's moves and how skillfully Jon will respond to them, but the Vale can't avoid war anymore, it will definitely enter, but under what conditions, we will learn when the time comes... but Jaime and even Tyrion... would be useful to Jon at this point.

You know that I believe that Tyrion would switch sides during the Dance (the black and green eyes issue and of course his dreams show us this); also the friendship he established with Jon being a Chekhov gun... when Jaime chooses Jon... the power of the Westerlands may decide to support Jon as king of the Iron Throne. As a result, when a unity similar to the one that occurred during the Rebellion unites behind Jon, Jon will also have the power to march on King's Landing. Then the Long Night...

Jaime's real role...

After all, I think Jaime's real important role is this and what will happen after he overthrows his sister... OK. He decided to serve Jon and become attached to him, what will happen next? When we eliminate the Cersei part... Maybe Jaime's death will occur while saving Jon's life. After all, the Long Night will be a dangerous fight, but are they the only threat? Let's not forget Dany... The rightful King must be protected by his guard. How did Jaime's brothers condemn him? You were killing the king you swore to die for... A king's guard is expected to protect his king and die for him no matter what. Jaime will eventually become the king's guard he should be because he will have found a good king he can serve blindly. Remember that Rhaegar said he did not protect them by saying "I left my children in your hands." The prince has another son and he is alive. He is Jon Snow. Jaime actually said in his dream that he saw Rhaegar as the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne. Not Robert, his brothers, or his own children... According to tradition, the son of the heir to the throne is also the heir.

The parallelism between the dreams of the two characters is also important here... It seems like a reference, a sign to this connection.

What Ice Turtle describes in red are the parallel parts between these dreams(of jon and jaime): retreating underground, knowing that something bad awaits them there and being afraid, having to go even though they don't want to... seeing the dead, even those who aren't dead yet... or even those they don't know are dead... Both of them hear the voices of their own ancestors in their dreams... These people who judge Jaime are Jon's father and the king's guard who are tasked with protecting Jon. Jaime is one of them. Also, as I said, there are no crypts in the Rock, the closest place to it is these water caves... by entering here, it is as if you have actually entered Jon's crypts. Jaime has actually entered the realm of the dead here... that's why everywhere is dark... that's why he sees the dead... Jaime is in the place of his real king, whom he is supposed to protect... a place he also visits...

Because as I have emphasized before, he is one of the two guards left from the time of the Mad King. Jaime Lannister is a Targaryen Kingsguard, not a Baratheon or a Lannister or any other house. Selmy too. He has already returned to his essence, now it is Jaime's turn... but unlike Selmy, Jaime will return to the true rightful ruler. He will protect him.

Of course, you can be skeptical of this interpretation, but there is another tiny detail that is often overlooked; the armor of those who come is made of snow. Jon wore armor made of ice in one of his dreams. Dany also saw in her dream that her enemies coming from the north were wearing armor made of ice. If that doesn't convince you, I don't know what will.

Blue flames...

I can't figure out what the color of the flaming swords means. Maybe we need to focus on the meaning of the color blue in the series; The Others, death and Jon Snow. The Blue Rose is Jon Snow. Dany had seen him with this symbol and it was emitting a sweet scent that announced her death. I think Jaime and Brienne will finally find Sansa and take her north in the 6th book. For this reason, I foresee Jon and Jaime (and Brienne) meeting for the first time in a long time and starting to bond.

For this reason, if I interpreted it correctly, the fact that both of their swords burn blue is reinforcing because, pay attention, it sweays "the flames will burn as long as you live, when they die, you have to die too." In other words, the flames and Jaime are somehow connected to each other, life and death... It's as if you have to do one last thing, these flames will continue to burn as long as you breathe, but if the flames die, you must die too. If the blue flaming sword is a symbol of Jon... While it is already obvious that Jon needs to stay alive in order to fulfill his duty... it means that Jaime must be the one to keep him alive... If Jon dies, everyone dies.

Of course, while Brienne's sword burns, Jaime's fades and the ghosts descend upon him. This could be a reference to the fact that he will die at the end of the story one way or another, or it could be a reference to Jaime coming to terms with what he has done and paying for his sins, considering the identities of the ghosts that attack him.

Undoubtedly, prophecies are tricky things and open to interpretation, and since many different options are presented to us, it is difficult to be 100% clear.

When Brienne asks what is happening here after Cersei’s words, Jaime replies, “doom.” The Long Night is the doomsday of humanity; it is the ragnarok, the twilight… Jaime senses this in his subconscious, but when he wakes up, he obviously forgets, cannot voice it, and never thinks about it again. This shows that Jaime will still be alive in the Long Night and that he has a role. . It is a mistake to think that the author will use a character like Jaime simply for Lannister games and limit Jaime to killing Cersei…

The last thing that draws attention is the color change of Rhaegar's armor; it goes back and forth between red, black and white. Since colors are important in the series, this must be important too, but what? I can't figure it out, to be honest. If red is a reference to the Targaryens... white is a reference to the Starks... does the darkness mean the long night? Death? Maybe.

In conclusion, this dream includes Jaime questioning his conscience, facing his sins, feeling vulnerable and many foreshadowings about his role in his future. It's a beautiful dream from beginning to end.

Thank you for reading.

TLDR: Two of Jaime's dreams seem particularly connected and parallel to Jon Snow's. The dreams suggest that Jaime's arc is intertwined with Jon's; that Jaime will live on after Cersei's death, protecting Jon during the Long Night and other battles, and possibly dying while protecting him.

[archive-of-our-thrones]

George? Is that you?

credits to: Plant the Peach Pit by Mangelwurzel

[blumenflowergelb]

Love and Soulmates (2/2)

• Yn Tyrell was a very beautiful man, Jon thought. The way his eyes shone when he caught blue butterflies and the way his curly blond hair had fallen over his face while trying to prep the butterflies to display, made Jon‘s heart warm. He wasn’t just beautiful. At times he wished to hide him in a box and never allow anybody to look at him, other times he wished to show Yn to the whole world so that they can understand how wonderful he was. Jon wasn’t stupid, he knew that most thought Yn a fool. And truth to be told it did not help that Yn was often found doing strange things. Jon will never forget the day after their wedding night Yn woke him up to search for ‘northern worms’. Jon did find this strange but still went with him and dawn had found them digging around the dirt of the Godswood. The few months of their early marriage left Jon with an impression that the Gods hated him for making him a bastard and giving him this soulmate. However overtime Jon got used to the weirdness of Yn and he even grown to love him. Now Yn‘s eccentric ways were the usual and Jon couldn’t believe that once he lived without Yn.

• They had an idyllic life, filled with adventures, love and most importantly family. Baby Rickon grew and was barely a baby anymore, Bran was climbing around as always, this time with Yn. Even Robb has grown to like Yn. It wasn’t a secret but in the beginning Robb tried to hide his dislike towards Yn as much as he could. Jon never had a feeling that Yn was bothered by it but never said anything until one day Robb and Yn got into a fight, which ended with both of them falling in the ice cold waters around Winterfell. At the time he was playing with the girls and only heard about what had happened when Luwin asked him to go to the infirmary. Jon went but he was never told what went down between Robb and Yn, only that they had made peace. To the surprise of everybody Sansa has taken Yn as well as ducks to water. It was probably because Yn liked sewing, he was very good at it, and when Lady Catelyn was not looking, he joined Sansa and Arya in the sewing circle. What nobody surprised was how much Arya loved Yn. If Yn wasn’t at Jons‘ side than he was on Arya‘s, making trouble. Even if they were bothersome and outright annoying at times, Jon couldn’t be more happier. He got a fuzzy warm feeling in his chest just thinking about Yn and the way Yn looked, made the warmth light up and burn through him. His laugh, just the way he talked made his heart burn throughout his whole body and Jon felt home at Yns‘ side. His soulmark was a reflection of his inner happiness. His compass, filled with Tyrell roses, became more meticulous. New animals appeared, for example a snail whom Yn called Joe, and even other flowers like the Flower of Ladies. It was beautiful.

• Of course, nothing goes as planned in life. Jon Arryn died of old age. He passed away silently in his room at the Red Keep, and the King wanted Jon‘s father as the new Hand. This led to Jon‘s family being separated, and now sitting at the Red Keep, looking out on the courtyard Jon felt his heart ache. He has sworn to never forget the sight of Bran and Arya winking at them, the way Lady Catelyn was ready to let her tears fall and the sad look on Robb‘s face as he held a crying Rickon. Sansa tried to look like a lady who knows her duty but Jon knew her too well. Even Yn was not capable of making her as happy as she was before. When Jon told this his father, Ned just nodded and told him that everybody has to do their duty but he will talk to Sansa.

• After the gruelling months of leaving Winterfell for the Red Keep they arrived and both Jon and Yn were sent to their room. Their room. A fact that Jon was avoiding as much as he could. They never truly shared one room, expect sometimes like when Yn was in so much ecstasy about the fuzzy cows of the North that he had fallen asleep in Jon‘s room. The only night they shared a bed intentionally was on their wedding night, but they only slept. Jon wasn’t even sure if Yn knew and understood what was supposed to happen if they shared a bed. Usually people knew about such things but Yn was not usual. Regardless Jon wasn’t interested telling Yn what was expected of them, he just layed next to Yn and tried to sleep. And now they had to share a bed again. The only difference was their age, and Jon knew that Yn was interested on certain matters. The looks of Yn did not evade him, but he was too embarrassed to talk about it. So he just went in the room, which was bigger than Jon has ever expected a room being, and sat down on one of the chairs before a window looking out on the courtyard. Yn stood there for a second but hesitantly sat down. They didn’t speak until Yn sighted and begann to talk about the future. They were to remain in the Red Keep for a moon‘s turn and then go to Highgarden for a year. After that year they could decide to either stay or go to Winterfell. There were talks of Jon getting a holdfast but nothing was certain yet. As far as Jon knew, the Lady of Highgarden already wrote Yn asking him to stay for a few years and than decide whether they are going North or not. As of now they are only going to stay for a year.

• The days in the Red Keep were very boring. Because of Jons‘ status as a bastard he couldn’t just go everywhere he wanted, especially because the Queen looked like he was the Stranger come again whenever she saw him. As Yn didn’t care to go anywhere without Jon they mostly stayed inside. On some occasions they went out of their room, like supper with Ned and Sansa but they spent every minute together. If Jon could be honest he enjoyed Yn‘s presence. He had always to say something about the strangest things that existed and whenever Jon wished for silence he stayed silent. The only time Yn‘s eyes were not on him was when Loras arrived. He was a very beautiful young man but quit arrogant too. Still Jon liked him and looked forward to seeing him again. However after staying in their rooms for half a moon turn Yn turned restless and he spoke so often about going to the city that Jon yielded. They went and Jon hated it. The smell, the people, the sights and smells were strange to him. The people were rude and truly he felt so small and unimportant. Yn tried to take him to several different places but Jon couldn’t befriend this new world. After Yn told him that he would like it overtime Jon looked very sceptical and Yn kissed him. They were behind a tavern in a little alley where only the drunken or the whores went. Yn kissed Jon like there was no tomorrow and by the time they were done Jon‘s lips were all bruised. He felt lightheaded, his blood was boiling for something more. It didn’t help that they went by a street full of scantily dressed people, and by the time they were in their room Jon was ready for anything. To his delight they did end up doing more kissing but Yn clearly did not want anything more. That night Jon slept deeper than ever.

• They repeated their outings to the city several times, but only nights. By the time dawn arrived they were in their room acting like nothing happened. Ned hasn’t remarked anything about their tired faces, only slightly nodded at Jon after their fourth night. As little Jon‘s father spoke, as much did Loras talk. He was making jokes all the time and if it didn’t include Jon too he would have found it funny. But it was more annoying than ever, particularly after Loras found a slight bruise behind Yn‘s ears. At this found his cheekiness reached a new point. Yn was clearly bothered by it, which lead him to leave his room when Loras was coming. But as always Jon had to come too. Usually they were either in the Godswood with Sansa, who took a liking to sewing with Yn under the shadows of the large brown oak tree, or they were in the library. Jon would read books about History and Yn always took books about plants and animals of the known world. Yn always took a great care of not being seen by the servants or by the people and it made Jon‘s heart warm every time. Than one day Yn wanted to go to the highest point of the Tower of the Hand. While reading he had found a species of spiders that lived very high and made webs looking like gemstones. Jon found this particular and was dubious of finding a spider like what Yn mentioned but he still went up for Yn. They deliberately choose a day where Ned would be in the tower, busy with his counsel. The walk up the stairs was long and Jon was growing to be more unsure the higher they went. Yn tried to calm him by saying they they will climb out of a window but it won’t be harder than the ones in Winterfell. When Jon asked how he knew where this window was Yn just smirked. Before Jon could repeat his question they arrived at the end of the staircase. Yn was already walking to the end of the corridor and as he was about to tell Jon something they heard the voices. Jon had to make sure he heard correctly but by the way Yn stood there he knew he has heard something. It came from behind a door, in truth it was more of a panel in the wall, that Jon couldn’t see before standing in the hallway. The voices were not speaking. They were moaning and grunting.

• Before Jon could do anything Yn was already opening the door. In that second a lot of things happened. For one a woman shrieked, than a a thud was heard and Yn looked like somebody slapped him. He took a step back and shoved Jon just out of the way as a sword descended on Yn. The next moment Jon heard a sick crunch and Yn crying out. He could smell the blood but before he could do anything Yn was already pulling him down the corridor onto the stair. He didn’t understand what was going on only that Yn was shouting for the guards and that they almost flew down the stairs. Then Yn simply collapsed while taking a step, just in time to fall on a Stark guard. He heard the guards asking what was going on but he couldn’t care less. As he crouched down to see Yn he went pale. Blood was seeping out of him in small rivers, Yn tried to say something but only the words Queen and Kingslayer were understandable. Jon‘s compass was burning and burning and his head was hurting too, and as a guard touched his shoulders he shouted at him to go up and take them. He wasn’t sure who they were but he was sure that somebody pulled a sword on Yn. The next hours went by in a haze. Jon couldn’t remember to save himself how they arrived at the maesters room, he couldn’t remember if the guard caught the perpetrators or not. But he could remember the way Yn looked and the way his blood smelt like.

• Ned Stark was sitting in one of the counsels talking about new laws to generate more money for the crown and pay of the dept when a boy came inside and told Ned that his son was with the maester because Yn Tyrell was attacked. Ned was out of the room and was running to the maester‘s chamber while asking the messenger what had happened. At hearing that Yn was attacked and was dying he let out curses but at hearing that the Queen and his brother were being held by his own guards he cursed freely. Upon arrival at Pycelle‘s chamber he saw Jon, bloodied. He went in his knees before Jon and cradled his head in his hands. He couldn’t care less that Jon was already a man, his son was looking like he bathed in blood. Two streams of tears were going down his cheeks and Ned couldn’t help himself but hug him. While trying to soothe Jon Ned looked to Jory who was standing before the door with his sword unsheathed. He looked grimm and Ned could see some splatters of blood on his hands. Before he could ask Jory what has happened, Jon begann to talk about spiders and the highest point of the tower, the voices and the sword gleaming before Yn. At this point he was crying again and he tried to hide his face between Ned‘s shoulder. Ned could hear the rest of the counsel yelling and talking and than Renly Baratheon was standing behind Ned. He has already sent for the King and for Loras Tyrell.

• It was already the Hour of the Wolf when Pycelle came out of the chamber. He signed Jon to go inside while he himself stayed out to talk with Yn‘s brother. Jon heard the door close but he only had a sight for Yn. He knew that Yn was alive but not the state he was in. And it wasn’t good. He looked ashen, his curls were matted with blood and his whole upper body was wrapped in linen. He looked awful. Jon just simply brought a chair and sat down next to Yn‘s bed. He didn’t hear anybody come in until Loras touched his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and just stared at his brother. After some time he left. At one point Jon has fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes it was already dawn. His father was sitting next to him, a new scar on his cheeks. Jon looked at him but before he could ask Ned told him that they found the Queen and the Kingslayer participating in an intimate relationships. Probably that was the reason why Jaime Lannister cut Yn down. The Queen and his brother were under arrest and their children were held in their rooms. The King was raging and Ned was trying to grasp the situation before it escalated. It was a big mess, and Sansa was in the middle of it. By the time Ned arrived to put the Lannister bastards under house arrest, Joffrey was already threatening to cut Sansa‘s throat. Robert was needed, who then barged in Joffrey‘s chamber and beat him up. For now Sansa was staying with the guards in the Hand‘s room but she will go back to Winterfell via ship with Arya. Letter were sent across Westeros to meet at a Great Council deciding the punishment on House Lannister and the heir of Robert Baratheon.

• Yn woke up seven nights after the attack. While he was delirious, he could understand and talk enough to tell who was in the room. A month after Yn‘s wakening the Queen and his brother were executed. Joffrey Waters was sent to serve on the Walls and his brother Tommen was to follow him after he was of age. Myrcella was sent to exile on Essos. The sister of Yn was to marry the King in a small wedding but because of the Tyrells the wedding was grander than ever. They were seventyseven courses and seventyseven option of drinks. Seven singers and seven groups of seven dancers entertained the wedding guest and Margaery was bedded the same night. Jon would have enjoyed the wedding more if Yn was in a better shape but duo to blood loss he was pale and looked very weak. The good thing was that he regained his ability to walk. Maester Pycelle was skeptical about his recovery but Yn became better and better. However against his mother wished Yn decided to go back to the North with Jon. They were to leave two days after the wedding alongside with Robb and Lady Catelyn and the guards that accompanied them from Winterfell to the wedding.

• The day they left was on one side sad on the other side happy. Jon was to see his sisters and brothers and than in two years time he would even get his own stronghold in the north. Yn was healed enough to make the journey and Robb has invited both of them to see the league lords of the North. But Jon would probably not see his father for years as he was permanently the Hand of the King. Once he was old enough he would leave his post but everything could happen. And Jons‘ stronghold was very close to the Wall, which meant that he would not see Winterfell for a long time. But at least he had Yn.

[insonniacaotica]

Jamie: Tyrion

Tyrion: No.

Jamie: Tyrion, what if you-

Tyrion: Please, no

Jamie: What if I became the King?

Tyrion: I knew it, I knew you'd have a terrible idea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62265413/chapters/159297593

(For some reason the link appears like this but the fic is online <3)

[mydearviserra]

Stones

Warning: Death, grief, affair

A whole year it took to finish his outfit

It was his favorite of all his clothing, he loved how much details and effort you took. One whole year of trying to finish this damn thing, he would often distract me from the beading pulling you away to crush his lips against yours then ultimately bed ending up on the bed. One found moment was when you were just almost done, he pulled you away again just for you to reluctantly pull away begging him your almost finished yet that night we broke the bed. Days we laughed at that day how embarrassing it was to call for a bed replacement.

You stood rigidly beside Tywin's bier, your face a mask of grief-stricken composure even as tears carved silent paths through the fine lines around your eyes and down your cheeks. The red gown you wore seemed to shimmer with each suppressed shudder, the Lannister lion crest emblazoned upon your bodice appearing almost mocking in its joviality. Your hands, clad in delicate silk gloves, gripped the side of the dress tightly as you gazed down at her deceased husband's still form, his eyes closed eternally beneath the stone likeness of his own stern visage.

Though the septa chanted solemn hymns and the nobles murmured their condolences, you barely heard them. Your mind was a tempest of anguish and rage, the betrayal you had discovered mere days ago still raw and festering. After fourteen years of marriage, three sons born from your womb, and Tywin had been rutting with some common whore? The shame of it burned hotter than your sorrow

there was a fragility to your poise, a barely restrained vulnerability that belied the strength and resilience she had long since cultivated. As your gaze flicked to Cersei, standing haughtily across the aisle, you felt a surge of loathing so intense it nearly choked you.

Turning back to Tywin, you whispered a final, fervent prayer, your voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "I loved you," you said softly, the words a benediction and an accusation all at once. "I loved you," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself he’ll hear you

leaning closer, your gloved hand trembling as you reached out to caress Tywin's cold, lifeless cheek. Your eyes shimmering with unshed tears and barely contained rage, bored into his shuttered ones as if trying to wake him, to force him to account for his heinous betrayal.

"How could you do this to me, Tywin?" You whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "After all these years, after the children we made together, how could you sully our marriage with some- some harlot?" Your breathing hitched on a sob, your fingers curling into a fist against his cheek.

"I wanted to hate you," you hissed, tears spilling down your face to splatter onto the stone covering Tywin's chest. “I tried to hate you, but I cannot. I cannot, because despite everything, I still... I still loved you, you wretched man." You choked on another sob, your body shaking with the force of your anguish and fury.

"I loved you," you repeated, your voice rising in pitch and volume, echoing through the cavernous sept. "And this is how you repaid my love? By taking some common whore to your bed? By defiling our marriage vows, our family name?" You shook your head "I wanted to scream at you, to rage against your betrayal until my throat was raw. I wanted to shake you, to make you see the pain you've caused me, caused our boys..."

Your voice dissolved into incoherent whispers and anguished cries, your body wracked with silent sobs as you leaned over Tywin's bier. The few mourners present cast furtive glances your way, murmuring their sympathy and unease. Yet you were lost in your own world of grief and fury, trapped in the prison of your own shattered heart.

“How could you forget, Tywin? How could you forget all the joyous moments we shared, all the laughter and love that filled our chambers? Do you remember the nights you worshipped my body, your calloused hands exploring every curve and contour as if mapping out the very essence of my being? I remember the way you would kiss me until I was breathless, until the world fell away and there was nothing but your touch, your passion, your love..."

You trailed off, a choked sob escaping your lips as you recalled happier times. "And the hours I spent, stitching and sewing, my fingers aching from the labor of love I poured into every stitch, every embroidered lion and golden rose. The outfit I made for you, the one you wear now in this final repose - it took me a year, Tywin. A year of my life, of my love, poured into a garment I hoped you would cherish, would honor, as much as I cherished and honored you."

You let out a bitter, mirthless laugh, shaking your head. "But you were too busy defiling our marriage, too busy rutting with some harlot to appreciate the time and love I put into your clothes, your life. You distracted me from my sewing with your kisses, your caresses, your lovemaking. And now, now you lie here in the fine garments I made for you, wearing them only to be buried in. It's a mockery, Tywin. A cruel, twisting mockery of all the love and happiness we once shared."

You leaned closer, your gloved hand fisting in the fine silk of Tywin's funeral shroud. "I wanted to give you everything, Tywin. I wanted to make you happy, to stand by your side as your wife and partner in all things. But now... now I don't know if I can even look at you, let alone mourn you as I once would have. You've taken a piece of my heart and shattered it, and I fear it will never be whole again."

Your voice hardened with bitter accusation as you confronted Tywin's corpse, your eyes flashing with jealous rage. "I want to know about her, Tywin. That harlot, that... that whore. What made her so different, so irresistible that you would betray our marriage vows, our family, for her?" You spat the words

"Was she more beautiful than I? More skilled in the art of lovemaking? Did she whisper sweet lies and empty flatteries in your ear, stroking your ego and your pride until you forgot the woman who had stood faithfully by your side for over a decade?" Your voice rose, echoing through the vaulted chamber as you gave vent to her pain and anger.

"She could not have loved you, Tywin. She could not have appreciated the man you were, the power and influence you wielded. She was a opportunist, a harlot who saw in you a means to elevate her station, to line her pockets and fill her belly." Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the silk of your gloves creaking under the force of your grip.

"And yet, you looked her way. You touched her flesh, joined your body with hers, when you had a wife who loved you, who cherished you, who gave you sons and built a life with you." You shook your head. "I will never understand it, Tywin. I will never comprehend how you could cast aside the love and loyalty of your wife for a moment's fleeting pleasure with a woman who cared for nothing but herself."

Fresh tears spilled down your face as you loomed over Tywin's bier, her voice breaking on an anguished sob as she lifted her hands again caressing his cheeks "You broke my heart, Tywin. You broke our marriage, our family, with your betrayal. And now, now you lie here, beyond reach of my anger, my sorrow, my desperate need to understand why. Why, Tywin? Why her? Why not me, your wife, your y/n ?

"If only you had loved Tyrion, truly loved him as a father should love his son, none of this would have come to pass. He was your son, your own blood, and yet you cast him aside, treated him with contempt and scorn." Your hands cupped his cheeks, your warm skin mixing with his cold flesh sent a shiver of resentment

"If you had given Tyrion the love, the approval, the support he so desperately craved from you, he would have never felt the need to seek revenge. He would have been content, proud to be your son, your heir. But you denied him that, and in doing so, you sowed the seeds of your own destruction." Your eyes blazed with a mixture of sorrow and accusation as you gazed down at your husband's dead face.

"Tyrion loved you, Tywin, as only a son can love his father. And you repaid that love with cruelty and neglect. You rode him, mocked him, belittled his every achievement. You even went so far as to have him imprisoned, to threaten his life, all for the sake of your precious honor." The tears of bitter disappointment dripping down to his face

"If you had simply shown Tyrion the love and acceptance he needed, he would have never resorted to such desperate measures. He would have been grateful, loyal, true to you and our family. But instead, your intransigence, your stubborn refusal to see the good in him, to love him as he deserved to be loved, drove him to the brink of madness."

Your rose to a anguished scream as you confronted Tywin's lifeless form. "This is your doing, Tywin! Your cruelty, your blindness, your utter failure as a father and a husband. If you had only loved Tyrion, truly loved him, then he would not have had to kill you for you to finally acknowledge him, to finally see him as your son. And now, now you lie here, beyond redemption, beyond forgiveness, and all because you could not, would not love your own son!”

You slumped against the edge of Tywin's bier, your body shaking with the force of your sobs as the weight of your anguish and fury crashed down upon her. You gripped the cold stone with white-knuckled fingers, your head bowed as tears fell onto Tywin's shrouded chest. Your voice was a broken whisper, raw with emotion.

"How could I not have seen it before, Tywin? The seeds of your downfall, the rot that festered in your heart and mind, driving you to cast aside all that you held dear? I thought our love was stronger, our family unbreakable, but I was a fool." You laughed bitterly, the sound muffled against his chest . "I was a fool to believe that a man who could not love his own son, his own flesh and blood, could ever truly love me."

. "I will have to be strong now, Tywin. I will have to be strong for our sons, for they have lost their father and must now navigate a world that will seek to take from them what they have inherited. And I will have to find a way to forgive you, to lay this bitterness and anger down, so that I may be the mother they need." The further you buried your face against his chest it made your stomach turn, the stiffness, the way his clothes didn’t even get to smell like him yet. For a moment, a split moment I was waiting for him to caress my head and call me his sweet dove.

. "I loved you, Tywin. I loved you so deeply, so profoundly, that I gave you everything I had to offer. My youth, my beauty, my fertility, my loyalty, my devotion... I surrendered it all to you, to us, to the future we were meant to build together." You rose him his chest, your hand cupping onto his. His cold empty hands once held a ring he cherished. His wedding ring now sat on my middle finger

You leaned in closer, her forehead nearly touching his. "But you, you threw it all away. You cast aside the love and devotion of your wife, your partner, your soulmate, for the fleeting pleasures of a harlot's flesh. And in doing so, you destroyed everything we had, everything we were."

"I wanted to grow old with you, Tywin. I wanted to sit by the hearth of our castle, our hands entwined, reminiscing about the life we had built together, the love we had shared. I wanted to watch our grandchildren play at our feet, to know that all we had sacrificed, all we had endured, had been for a purpose. But now, now there will be no golden years, no twilight days filled with the warmth of our love."

You pulled back slightly, your eyes searching Tywin's shuttered ones as if trying to find some semblance of the man you had once loved. "I will never forgive you for this, Tywin. I will never forgive you for taking everything I had to give and leaving me with nothing but the hollow shell of a life, a family, a love that once meant everything to me. And now, now I must find a way to fill the void you've left behind, to rebuild the wreckage of a life shattered by your betrayal."

You took a final, shuddering breath, your voice a broken whisper as you leaned in to press a kiss upon Tywin's cold, still lips. "Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my heart. I will always love you, even as I learn to hate you for the cruelty and pain you've inflicted upon me, upon our sons, upon all those who dared to love you. Farewell, Tywin. May the gods grant you the peace and redemption you denied yourself in life."

Cersei approached the bier where Tywin lay, her emerald gown sweeping behind her as she walked. Her face was a mask of cold, aloof beauty, but her eyes glittered with a cruelty She paused beside you, looking down at Tywin's corpse with a thinly veiled smirk playing at the corners of your ruby lips

Jamie followed close behind, his hand resting gently on the small of Cersei's back. He cut a striking figure in his black armor, the golden lion of Lannister etched into the breastplate. His face was etched with sorrow and grief, but there was a hardness to his eyes, a steely determination that suggested he would not let Tywin's death go unavenged.

As they approached, you looked up, your tear-stained face a picture of anguish and despair. You knew the animosity between you and Cersei, the jealousy and hatred that had festered in the woman's heart for years. She braced herself for the cutting remarks, the barbed words of condolence that you knew Cersei would not be able to resist voicing.

Cersei leaned in close to you , her voice a low, venomous hiss. "My dear y/n," she purred, her tone dripping with false sympathy. "Please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your beloved husband. I know how much you cherished him, how devoted you were to his every whim and desire." She paused, letting the implication of her words sink in, the unspoken accusation that you had failed to keep Tywin's affections and loyalties.

Jamie stepped forward, his hand tightening on Cersei's arm. "Cersei,” he warned, his voice low and filled with a quiet menace. "This is not the time or the place for your cruelty and spite. y/n has lost her husband, the father of her children. Have some pity, some compassion."

Cersei merely smirked, pulling away from Jamie's grasp. "Oh, but I do have pity, dear brother. I pity Y/n , for she has lost so much more than a husband. She has lost the love and respect of her family, of her people. And all for the sin of not being able to keep her man happy”

"You think you have the right to judge me, Cersei? To cast aspersions on my love, my devotion, my loyalty to Tywin?" Your voice rose, echoing through the vaulted chamber. "You, who have never known the depth of love and commitment that I shared with your father?"

You took a step towards Cersei, your head held high, your chin jutting out in a gesture of defiance. "I gave Tywin everything I had to give, Cersei. Every ounce of my love, my passion, my very soul. I stood by his side through every trial, every tribulation, every triumph. I bore his children, I built his legacy, I loved him with a fierce and unyielding devotion that you could never begin to comprehend."

Your voice cracked with emotion, but you pressed on, undeterred. "And you dare to stand there, to look down at me. Your jealousy- of me isn’t anything compared to the hatred I have for you how you made me miserable yet you know Tywin love me more then he ever did Joanna. Don’t start reflecting your miserable life to make yourself feel better. Seven hells you couldn’t keep Robert happy! You walk around with bastards of your own brother don’t you dare start with me!”

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