I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire or Game of Thrones TV show.

I can't let go of the show so I'm in the process of writing another Cersei centric fic.

Chapter 1

Cersei and Jaime prayed in the sept. They wept all day and prayed once more. It was useless. Their lady mother would die. They all knew that. That little monster ripped her apart. Father was in his study. He would not see any of them.

Aunt Genna grabbed her hand, "your mother wishes to see you both one last time." The woman said sadly. She was also heavy with child.

Jaime followed alongside. The eight year olds rushed to their mother's side.

Their lady mother was pale and sweaty. The room smelled of blood. Cersei knew this smell because she had once watched a hound kill a rabbit.

"Come here my sweetlings." They wept. Jaime was distraught. "You have to be strong now Jaime. Cersei and Tyrion need you now. You have to be brave for them. Promise, promise you will take care of them."

Her twin nodded, "I swear it mama. I do, but get better please, get better." Jaime cried and tried to hug her.

Their lady mother winced. "I don't have much time my cubs."

Cersei cried more and tried to climb on the bed next to her. "You must listen Cersei. You are the oldest." Her lady mother was now shaking and had her eyes closed.

The little girl opened her eyes when her mother grabbed her hand. "You have to take care of your brothers now. Jaime and Tyrion will need you."

Cersei cried and shook her head, "your baby brother needs you. You have to love him dearly for no one else will." Her lady mother opened her green eyes and cried once more.

Cersei could not stand it. Mother looked so weak and she wanted to please her. "I swear it mamma. I swear it."

Lady Joanna nodded, "you have to be true my sweetling. I shall know, think of me whenever you see your baby brother. My poor sweet Tyrion. Your papa thinks that is his fault."

Jaime shook his head, "it isn't. He's just a babe."

"Yes my love, a poor little cub that will be motherless. You have to sing to him Cersei." She said and shook once more.

"I've loved you three so very much." She said and smiled. Give your mamma one last kiss and then go to the nursery." They did so. Cersei lingered and cried bitterly. It was all Tyrion's fault.

Her mother grabbed her hand and tightened, "promise you'll love him." She said pitifully.

Cersei cried more, "I swear it mamma. I will, but please don't die. I'll make sure Jaime and Tyrion are good. Mamma please." Cersei cried once more but her mother didn't hear her anymore. Joanna Lannister was unconscious. She would die an hour later, feverish and scared for her children.

Aunt Genna ushered them into the nursery and presented their new baby brother. The babe was red and crying.

"It will die soon." Aunt Genna said and cradled him into her arms. She rocked him and Tyrion stopped crying so hard.

Cersei shook her head and hugged her aunt's middle. "No, he can't. Mamma said that I have to care for him." The girl was afraid, confused and wanted comfort. The older woman nodded, "Fine, sweetling. We will take care of him."

Cersei and Jaime stayed in the nursery, even after Genna had to leave to prepare for their mother's burial. Tyrion cried throughout the night. A nursemaid came in and began feeding Tyrion.

Cersei looked her face of disgust and wanted to scratch her face. "He is my baby brother and you have to care for him. Quit making that face or I will tell father to throw you out." She pouted.

The woman frowned but changed her face and cooed at the babe. Cersei and Jaime slept for a few hours, side by side. They were interrupted by Tyrion's cries here and there.

They were woken up by their aunt once more. "You have to change. We have to say goodbye to your mother."

"What about Tyrion?" Jaime asked as he peeked to see Tyrion sleeping peacefully.

"He is to stay here." The woman said and tried to herd them to their quarters. Cersei refused to move. "One of us has to stay to take care of him."

"Absolutely no." Aunt Genna said.

Cersei yelled and screamed when aunt Genna tried to take her away from the nursery. Tyrion woke up and cried along with her. Jaime then also cried, big heaving sobs.

The girl did not expect to see her father come in. He looked upset, his blond hair in disarray. He looked pale too. "What is the meaning of this?"

Jaime quieted. Cersei looked up to her father. "We cannot leave Tyrion by himself." She said with tears in her eyes.

"It will be fine." Her father said shortly and tried to usher her out of the room.

"You will dress and leave this room at once." Her father spat after a while of trying to get her to leave the room.

"Papa please. I will stay with Tyrion. I have to take care of him. Please papa, please." Her father was unmoved by her tears. She tried to hug his legs and pout, it worked with all the rest of the people. Maybe it would work for him too.

"You will dress and leave this room, and so will you." Her father pointed at Jaime.

Aunt Genna grabbed Jaime's hand and began walking. Cersei refused to take her hand or Jaime's. She frowned and clearly said, "no."

Her father looked at her and scowled. Cersei was always afraid of him. He was a stranger that mother said was their papa and that they had to love him. He was always busy and visited them when mother was there. He did not play with them like mamma did. She ran to the crib and to a crying Tyrion. She tried to pick him up but she felt her father picking her by the middle.

She yelled and kicked trying to get to the babe. "No." She tried to grab the crib and hold to it.

Tyrion cried and so did she. Jaime was too scared to cry. Father always said that boys did not cry, only babies and women were supposed to snivel.

There were no more tears, screams and tantrums that could keep her near Tyrion. Her father dragged her out of quarters.

"The nurse will stay with the babe." Aunt Genna tried to appease.

"No, I don't like her. She hates him. She made a face at him. I saw her, papa, let me go. I have to go back." She cried and tried to hit him so that she could go back to her little brother.

"You will behave yourself and dress. Your mother is gone. You will show her the respect that she deserves." Her father told her clearly.

Cersei cried but was numb when aunt Genna proceeded to dress her and prepare her. She combed her long hair and put it on braids. Cersei stood quiet but defiant at every single step of the way. Jaime stood by her side. They both wore black and followed aunt Genna to the sept. Cersei kept her eyes to the floor and thought about Tyrion who was by himself crying. All she could think about was that she needed to go back to the nursery and watch over Tyrion. Aunt Genna sat by her. The Septon proceeded with the ceremony. It was excruciating slow. Cersei and Jaime were forced to walk alongside their father and approach their mother's body. They painted the green eyes over dead eyes. Cersei looked at her and then squeezed Jaime's hand. Mother was gone, all they had now was each other and Tyrion.