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Warning: Brutality, non-con and child murder in this.

The Red Keep. Chambers of the Queen:

Cersei woke suddenly with a gasping breath. She'd had such a wonderful dream about Jamie, but he was not here. He was away in the Reach with her fat whoring husband, leaving her alone in the Red Keep along with her children. Not that Robert leaving gave her any more power, that dusty old cunt Jon Arryn was still ruling the city as Hand of the King, much like he'd done just about every single day since Robert took the Crown.

It was strange, she thought, waking like she had done. As if she'd had a nightmare, and as her mind cleared away the haze of sleep her senses sharpened. Something was wrong, she was sure of it. An icy feeling of dread slowly but surely creeping up her spine, and as she turned her head towards the window she noted that it was still night. Quickly stepping out of her bed to throw on a night robe she shivered. It was quiet…too quiet, not like the silence of the night usually was.

The sudden yell from Ser Meryn who was standing outside her door, as well as the sound of muffled sobs made her heart race. More yells from Ser Meryn rang, accompanied with the sound of a sword being drawn. Three distinct clashes of steel sounded, followed by a strangled gurgle, before at last the sound of an armoured body collapsing to the floor. Feeling panic rise she drew a dagger and held it in front of her just as the door was kicked in.

A brute of a man stepped in, his right hand clutched a bloody short sword, and in his left hand was a sight that knocked the breath out of Cersei's chest. The brute held her darling 'Cella by her throat, hard enough to cause her lovely lioness to turn red in the face, and Cella's eyes. Cersei almost broke into sobs at the panicked pleading eyes of her daughter.

Another man followed, this man held both her little Tommen and her precious Joffrey, her golden lion, a dagger to each of their throats. Tommen was shaking and sobbing so bad that Cersei feared he would accidentally slice his own throat on the assassin's blade, while Joffrey was a bit calmer. He was still pale and shivering with fear, but he was also furious, his face twisted in fear and rage at the fact that someone dared threaten him. The man holding 'Cella closed the door behind them and jammed a chair underneath the handle.

"Looks like we found uselves a little lioness din't we?" the bigger of the two who was holding Joff and Tommen sneered while his mouth spread in a nasty grin.

"Aye…rare ter see such a lovleh sight," said the other one, with an equally sick grin on his face.

"I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH THEM!" Cersei raged as she lost her temper, pointing the sharp dagger at them. "I'LL FLAY THE SKIN FROM YOUR BONES, AND BURN YOUR FAMILIES ALIVE, LET THEM GO", she raged as she collapsed to her knees at the hopelessness of her situation.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" Myrcella sobbed.

"Yer mum's been a bad girl," Cella's captor said with a falsely berating tone to his voice. "She sent bad man to murder babies in their beds, isn't that right yer lioness?" The man said as he looked at Cersei.

"LIES!" She yelled back as she desperately sought for a way to salvage the situation, though her heart sank at what the man had accused her of, perhaps the assassins she had sent had failed.

"Ah think no'," said the other man.

"We was there youse understand, we was there when the lil'finger paid us whi' gold. Whye don't ye tell yer little brats wha' you did? And I swear we'll only kill one of'em."

"NO! please, don't hurt my babies," Cersei wailed as she shuffled towards her children, only to stop as the man who held Joff and Tommen tightened his grip, causing both boys to cry out as a thin line of red appeared around the blades that were pressed against her little cub's throats.

"Tell yer fookin brats wha' yeh did." The man growled again.

Seeing no way out of the situation Cersei confessed. "I sent men to kill the dragon king and his children across the sea, only to keep you safe my loves," Cersei pleaded with her children, but she felt a stab of pain in her chest as both 'Cella and Tommen gasped with horror, and then something within their eyes, the something that had always lit up with love and adoration when they saw her died.

"Please I told them," she begged. "Let them go please."

They both laughed, a hard cruel laughter without any trace of humour. "We told you we wouldn't kill all of them…tell me yer Grace, do yeh know the story of blood an' cheese?"

Cersei frowned, there was something familiar with that story but for the life of her she just couldn't focus in the situation. I twasn't until the man holding Cella suddenly threw her over the desk and ripped her dress to shreds that the story became terrifyingly clear in her mind. Roughly one and a half centuries before, during the Dance, two men loyal to Rhaenyra had snuck into the chambers of Queen Haelena and forced her to choose which one of her sons died, lest she wanted to watch as they raped her daughter and killed both of her boys.

"Choose," one of them said.

Cersei wailed, pleaded and threatened but to no avail. They were adamant that she choose, and she was running out of time. The man holding 'Cella was already running his fingers between Cella's legs with a look of perverse glee on his face as her beautiful princes writhed, sobbed and pleaded, absolutely helpless and unable to escape the would be rapist's grip. Closing her eyes Cersei muttered a prayer, 'forgive me Tommen', "Tommen…I-I choose T-Tommen t-to die."

Tommen sobbed harder than ever, and Myrcella cursed her of all thing, Joffrey just seemed relieved. "As you wish," the man holding Joff and Tommen said as he pushed Tommen forth so that he landed in her arms.

Cersei's relief at having her son back in her arms lasted for the fraction of a second as she realized that the man still held her beloved Joff. "NO!" she screamed, just before the man rammed his knife into Joff's belly and sliced it open, causing her boy, her first born beloved boy scream in unimaginable agony. To make matters worse, the man slit Joff's throat next, showering himself, Cersei and Tommen in blood. Cersei closed her eyes as she screamed in denial, unable to look into the panicked and pleading eyes of her beloved lion cub, she could hear 'Cella and Tommen both sob, as well as a strange noise, a mix of a crunch and a splat, said noise causing Cella's screaming to fall into silence. A pair of footsteps disappeared into the night and Cersei opened her eyes, barely managing to avoid vomiting. 'Cella, naked, and from the blood and streaks of white dripping from between her legs had fainted after she was violated and her beloved Joff was no more. He laid in a pile of dead flesh, his innards and blood scattered around him, while his head had been smashed into an unrecognizable pulp by his killer's boot, and Cersei could do nothing but cry and that was how a pair of Lannister guardsmen found her shortly after the bells started to toll as the bodies of dead guards had been found. Rocking back and forth as she cried for her dead son, she barely even noticed as Grandmaester Pycelle offered a goblet with milk of the poppy to her lips, barely even noticed as she lay back on the bed, all she could think of was that her beloved Joff was gone…

Apologies for the lateness (and shortness of this update). I've been busy not only with work, but also holiday and lots of other activities during my free time. I've been struggling with this scene for a long time now, and to be honest I'm still not really satisfied with it, but I figured that since you guys have been so patient with me, I should give you a little morsel.

Next chapter is in the process of being written (about 10% done). About 50% on Harry the Hammer, and 30% or so on ASCAL.

Suggested reading: A Dragon in Wolf's Clothing by Manowarrior.

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