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jaime had been talking to one of his informants when the woman walked past him. well she was finally here, and she was making that very known to him. his eyes looked up to where she was, watching her walk away from him. the man quickly dismissed the other that was with him before sighing and following in her footsteps. 

                            “you took your time getting here.”

He came to her --- she would not have had it any other way. He owed her an apology, a sincere heartfelt humble apology. The look he had given her before leaving her alone in the Red Keep had done nothing but let the wound of his betrayal fester into something more uglier. She barely let him finish before telling him: “I won’t be staying long.” She did not want him to think that she sympathized  with the North --- like he did. He had forgotten what was truly important: family. “Neither should you. What good is a one-handed man against the living dead?” She briefly glanced at the golden hand he wore. It seemed like a forever ago when she had presented him with it. “I’m leaving with Myrcella before the fighting begins. I plan to be far away with her when the Dead arrive.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to ask him to come with them --- if she dared. She did not want him to say he was sorry. She did not want to hear his disappointment again. She did not want him to leave her again. For what? Death? It was all that waited him. 

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She had patiently watched him for a while. The way his brows knit together as he concentrated, the strong jawline and the dark dark hair that crowned his hair. He even had the right kind of a deep voice. Cersei’s hands were neatly laced together in front of her as she took a step into the forgery. “You look like him. Quite a lot actually.” Her lips twisted into a dry smile. “Had any of my children looked even a bit like you, we wouldn’t be here.” No, Jon Arryn wouldn’t have interfered, Ned Stark would have stayed where he belonged, and Robert... Robert would have lived and continued to be a vile excuse of a man. 

Gendry looked down at the steel he was working on, hammering away to shape it the way he wanted. Losing himself in the motion of his work and letting his mind wander away from the task at hand. Gendry did not know exactly where he fit in but he did know he was happy to be out of Flea Bottom once again. He had not been alone the last time he left King’s Landing and now he was here all alone but he felt at home in the forge. He knew what he was doing and knew he could be of great help so that is what he did. He put his head down and worked. He tried not to think about the people he had left all those years ago; he had not seen or heard anything yet but no one was going to trust a new face or the smith. Shaking his head of his thoughts, the blacksmith took a step back from his work to study what he had managed complete when he heard the door to the forge closing. He had not heard it open and had he not stopped then he would not have heard it close either. “Hello?” He called out without turning around to face the newcomer.

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jfcdaenerys‌:

“poorly trained dogs? i suggest you choose your next words very carefully because they may be your last.” the white haired woman said as she looked over at cersei. “viserion was lost to the dead, it is why we are here, it is why we are fighting.” it still hurt dany too think about but she would never let the other woman see her hurt or in any way weak. “you are walking on very thin ice at the moment so say what you need and leave, i do not tolerate rude people.”

Her jaw tightened slightly. She wasn’t familiar with the young woman. She wasn’t sure if she was just bluffing. How could she possibly burn her alive right there and then, and appear valiant afterwards? The Targaryen would tarnish her reputation. “Mhm.” Her eyes locked on the silver haired woman. “So they are your pets and your executioners? It’s a rather perplexing combination. It must be easy to dispense justice when they are standing behind you.” Winning a war was much easier when you had two dragons. Fortunately, it wasn’t three. “You let one be killed? Your greatest weapon? And you let it be killed.” She scoffed. Against the army of the dead --- the thing that had frightened so many, having an additional dragon would have soothed Cersei’s nerves. She had no men to spare for such cause when another fight was looming in the near future. “And I do not tolerate thieves but we cannot always simply get rid of the people who do not please us. It is why I am forcing myself to look at you.” She took one cautious step to the left as if she was about to circle the younger woman. “What is it that you want from Westeros?”

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hcunds‌:

his eyes narrowed as she corrected him, but he kept quiet. “the question is, are they enough to keep the starks away from you? i’m sure they want their head hanging somewhere.” the hound laughed.

“They are not.” It was clear to anyone. The half a dozen swords wouldn’t keep her safe from the Northeners --- for that she would have needed an army around her. “But their precious honor is enough. I am a guest here, and I have a feeling they refuse to kill a guest at their dinner table. It would...” She flexed her wrist as if she was struggling to find the right word. “...bring back old memories, perhaps. Bad ones.”

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jfcloras‌:

“not killing yourself off when your sons died?” loras asked the other. he really hated the lannisters, especially cersei at this point.

Her brows rose --- in shock this time, not to question the crudeness of the statement. His resentment for her had clearly grown quite a lot after his imprisonment. “Not being kinder to you and your sister.”

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longfarewells‌:

      “They weren’t bad. Not all of them.”

Of course it would be strange to hear her say that, but it was the truth. Her family seemed to think the worst of eveyone (rightfully so), but up until the very end her stay in Dorne had been peaceful. There had only been a handful of people to blame for the mess that happened, and Myrcella’s feelings about her former intended had not changed. She had truly loved him.

      “What will we do when we’re back home? What then?”

The only response she gave to Myrcella was a very contained smile. ‘Not all of them.’ That was exactly what the lot wanted her to think. A false sense of safety. Cersei felt much more comfortable having her daughter back home with her.  “We prepare for war.” She said it matter-of-factly like the subject wasn’t a grim one. “And pray to gods they have mercy on us.”

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𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ♔ — jaime lannister ( @jfcjaimee )

She spotted him far sooner than he saw her --- it was the only reason why she could walk past him as if he weren’t there. It was the only reason why she could even attempt to sell the lie about not caring about him or his presence in Winterfell. After she had taken a few steps past him, she turned her head to the side and searched for his eyes. It was a small acknowledgment but one she was in control of. A corner of her lips rose a little before she was back to walking away from him --- slowly. 

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hcunds‌:

the hound allowed a smirk as he analyzed the expression on the queen’s face. nothing could make him happier, only his brother’s head on his lap.  “we have the rest of our lives for that.” as much as it meant that he would be joining joffrey there. “then who’s protecting your head. – queen?” he asked, his eyebrow raising.

“Your grace,” she corrected him. “Has your time away from the court made you lose the last remains of your manners?” She turned her head to look over her shoulder and cleared her throat. Two white caped knights stepped forward. “Ser Boros and Ser Balon.” At least in that moment. Aside from Ser Clegane, she had brought the whole Queensguard with her. “I’m sure you’re quite familiar with these men.”

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longfarewells‌:

      “Yes, mother.” It was hard for her to wrap her head around. Her uncle didn’t seem capable of murder, especially not when it concerned killing their own family members. Had she really been so blind during her youth? “I’ll do whatever I can—for all of us.”

A soft smile played on her lips and she nodded at her daughter. “You survived the snakes of Dorne, I’m sure the simpletons of the North won’t make much of a challenge. Will be out of here before soon.”

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“So they are nothing but poorly trained dogs?” Cersei asked with a scoff. The presence of the dragons was unnerving and her eyes kept moving from the false queen to her pets. “Where is the third one?” Ever since the little visit they had paid her in King’s Landing, Cersei had not stopped wondering about the little detail. She hoped she was right. “I am here to speak to you, not to animals. If they are hungry, send them off. I assume they do not drink from your tit.”

“drogon, rhaegal.” daenerys said firmly as the dragons swooped down from their places in the sky to land down beside her, growling at the person that began to approach. “they do not take well to uninvited guests.” the white haired woman said as she looked over at the other. “so i suggest you tell me what it is you want very quickly, after all – my boys are hungry.”

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She stared blankly at the man. To think that she had almost been married off to this person --- perhaps her good for nothing brother had done her a small favour in killing their father. Cersei pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, never bothering to ask for a permission. “Do you know what my greatest mistake is, Ser Loras?”

“i may be new to winterfell but i do believe that it is polite to knock before entering ones quarters.” loras said as he stood up from the beg, slowly tying up his shirt. “is there something that i can help you with or are you just going to stare?”

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There was a good number of reasons why she hated the North. One of them was that taking a simple walk was impossible without freezing --- and there was absolutely nothing to admire. The dirty walls of the castle and the grey sky of the North weren’t pleasant sights. “Your grace.” Her tone is stiff and unkind. “When you speak to a queen, you address her correctly.” This is why she should always wear a crown: she couldn’t trust the halfwits of the North to know who she was. “And you do a curtsy.” Her left brow arched as a way to urge the girl to do as she was told.

“Hello there,” Val said, acknowledging the person walking towards her on the bridge from the Great Keep to the armory. She raised a hand up to dust some of the snow off of her hair and offered a small smile. “With this..” she paused, not sure of the woman’s name yet, but she knew she was a queen. “Dragon queen coming to Winterfell and bringing her men with her, and so many other people, this place is much more lively than when I got here.”

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Her tightly clasped hands lay neatly on her lap as her sharp eyes looked at the small welcoming committee on the other side of the carriage door. Oh yes, things had changed quite a lot since the last time she had arrived to Winterfell. The door was opened for her and she waited for a brief moment before getting up and carefully stepping out of the carriage. Perhaps she should have worn her crown --- just to make a point. Her green eyes locked on the red haired beauty and the stern expression she wore. Sansa Stark had ceased to look like a twig Cersei could simply snap in half with words. The hem of her dark skirt turned grey as it dragged on the ground. “Little Dove.” The words had never sounded quite as mocking as before. 

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It had taken quite a bit of convincing of her advisors for Sansa to be standing in here in the courtyard, welcoming none other than Cersei Lannister. Sometimes they still saw her as the little bird she had once been; naive and soft, easily manipulated. But she was a wolf now and within the walls of Winterfell she was strong. Sansa held no fear towards her former tormentor now. She wanted to show Cersei just how much she had taken her lessons to heart, to show her that despite Jon and the Dragon Queen accepting her aid Sansa didn’t buy it. Behind her stood her guards, some of her advisors and a few servants waiting to accommodate the southern queen. All answering to her, to the Lady of Winterfell. As the Lannister carriage pulled into the courtyard, Sansa donned her armor.

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hcunds‌:

“your dead son would call me to kill them.” the hound said with a laugh. cersei could be right, but he wouldn’t care. the man ate the last remaining skin of the chicken. he nodded at her. “i’m sure we’ll meet again in hell. speaking about demons, where is my brother?”

She wasn’t sure which made her blood boil more: the fact that someone as insignificant as a Clegane was disrespecting her or that he spoke so carelessly of Joffrey. Her jaw pulsed before she got her words past her lips. “It may take a while before we have a reunion in hell.” Soldiers fell, even the infamous ones. Queens did not. “He remains in King’s Landing for the time being. He does not make a good travel companion.”

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longfarewells‌:

Perhaps she didn’t know any better. Myrcella had never bothered herself with politics, and perhaps she trusted too much in the idea that people could see good. In her eyes her mother was right in her cause, and right to rule. To her, such an idea should be obvious for everyone else to see. How could they not?

      “Uncle was wrong. It must be a misunderstanding.” But her mother knew best. Her mother always knew best, didn’t she? “Surely things will work out in the end. For all of us.”

“You’re too kind to him.” Misguided little thing. “Your uncle killed your grandfather, remember that.” Tyrion had cursed their family and nearly ruined them. There was little to nothing left for interpretation. “They will. This is our time but it will not be easy, my love. I need you to be at your sharpest: everything you’ve learnt, you must put into good use.”

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hcunds‌:

the voice of cersei lannister. one of the many things he did not miss about king’s landing. he kept tasting his chicken in complete silence. “the damn king was so scared, and i was tired of killing spiders for him. but it doesn’t matter now, he’s dead. i’m pretty sure i saw his shitty face beyond the wall.” the hound finished his sentence with a chuckle.

“Spiders?” A chuckle escaped her, the dry kind. “I have never heard anyone call armed men in armors spiders. I’m sure killing insects suited you well but when there no longer was a comfort of safety...” Her eyes harden at the man. “Coward and a traitor.” The snow crunched beneath her feet as she took on slow step towards the man. “I buried my son. You will be burned in a matter of days, I’m sure. Quite the fitting endingto your life, wouldn’t you agree?”