When it all Began (closed)

Cersei Lannister was a lonely young thing, trapped in this big old castle with nothing to do. Her father was away, as usual, and her mother was dead. All she had to entertain herself were her serving maids and her two brothers. The serving maids were dreadfully dull; all they cared about was crocheting and going for walks in the garden. Cersei had tried to engage them in meaningful conversation on more than one occasion, but they were dull as boards. That left her two brothers, Tyrion and Jamie. She resented the imp for clawing its way out of her mother’s womb, killing her in the process, so she would not look to him to cure her boredom. She didn’t give a care what Tyrion did with his time, and she was glad she did not have to be involved. Often, she wondered why her father hadn’t just killed him to begin with.

That left Jamie, her twin. They’d grown together in their mother’s womb, and as children they were attached at the hip. They’d play Prince and Princess and duel with wooden swords in the garden. They’d spent most of their days together, but now that Jamie was in training to be a knight, she didn’t see him very often. A part of her was not only jealous that he didn’t have time for her anymore, but that she couldn’t have the freedom to become a knight as well. It seemed a hell of a lot more exciting than the life she led now.

Cersei wandered to Jamie’s quarters, serving maids trailing behind like sheep. “Leave me,” she told them once she was outside of his room. They curtsied and did as they were told, leaving Cersei alone with Jamie’s door. Today was one of the rare days Jamie had off from training, and Cersei was looking forward to spending the day with him. An excitement buzzed inside of her as she knocked thrice on his door. “Jamie? It’s your sister.”

What could she possibly, want? Jaime thought to himself as he reclined across the lounger overlooking the Bay of Casterly Rock below. He swung his feet from the arm of the chair itself and planted them on the ground, rising to cross the room quickly and lean over the cute maiden that rested in his bed. He pulled her up from her arms to stand herself. "Off you go, darling," he smiled and swatted her ass as she walked quickly to clothe herself and then down the hall to quickly exit along the manor garden, exterior entrance to his chambers. He pulled a shirt upon his chest and secured his pants before sliding on boots and casually striding to the door where his sister's voice rang.

The Lannisters had, for years, owned the noble hold of Casterly Rock as their House stronghold. In recent times, with Cersei's age beyond that of simple youth, talk had been that the family would join with House Baratheon, or perhaps House Tyrell to lay some claim to the Southern lands and harbors that would give them greater access to wealth that could greater supply the family fortune and position them as keepers of the Westerly armada that could defend the realm. And while things had seemed uncertain in this regard, with no decision final, it was Robert Baratheon most recently that seemed to have the eye and ear of Lord Tywin, notifying him that he had designs on an attack upon the mad King Arys, having recently defeated a squadron from King's landing and earning the commitment of the Starks of Winterfell to hold the North at bay. Things were growing tense, and things were beginning to move quickly. In a fortnight, his own training would be completed, and he suspected his father would make a deal to marry Cersei and ensign himself to the guard of whichever house his father chose, be it that of Robert Baratheon or the child prince from the Tyrell family, which seemed less likely. Regardless, it seemed things would soon be very different for House Lannister and Jaime himself. Yet notably, his first concern was with why his morning was being interrupted.

"What ever do you want, princess?" Jaime asked in the sarcastic tone he always reserved for his sister, as he opened his chamber door. He took in the lovely display before him. He had of course known Cersei since before they entered the world, and they were close throughout their lives. Among the only youths of their age in even the extended family, their time growing up and memories and experiences had often been shared. He wondered for a brief moment how he would do once she were married and he were off fighting in battle. "I was just waking up," he lied, as if annoyed at her intrusion, all while taking an illicit appreciation of the girl's form in his doorway. "I suppose you want to complain about Tyrian? Or perhaps need something heavy moved? A jar opened perhaps?" He mocked. "It's usually something like that, isn't it?" He grinned, proud of the way he would tweak his sister every time.

It took Jaime longer than she thought it would to open the door, and Cersei began to tap her foot impatiently. Honestly, what was taking him so long?

When the door finally opened, Cersei gave her brother a questioning, annoyed look before letting herself into the room, striding straight past him. Cersei rarely saw him anymore; she'd thought he'd be happy to see her, but she supposed even the distance hadn't dampened his witty tongue. She folded her arms under her chest and stared across the room at her brother. She preferred standing far away, because if she stood too close it meant looking up at him, and Cersei did not like to look up to anyone, not even her father.

"I'm merely here for some company, brother, but if you're going to chastise me then I will gladly leave," Cersei snapped. However, it was evident she wasn't going to leave because she hadn't even bothered to move. Part of her was upset because Jaime's guesses as to why she'd come to him were mostly right. Usually their conversations consisted of her complaining about Tyrion, or her father, or her serving maids, anyone really. Still, Cersei was defensive, and quick to retort, "Perhaps my conversation would be more interesting to you if anyone ever told me what was going on around here, but as it is I haven't got much to say about the state of the realm, save for my anxieties about the rumors of my upcoming betrothal, but even you probably know more about that than I do."

"You think father tells me anything?" Jaime asked as his sister's cute pout brought darkness and clouds to the room. "I am to be a knight for the king's guard, but I haven't any idea which king." He remarked. He passed by Cersei as he walked deeper into his modest suite, which was much nicer than the commoners in the Rock would ever have, and he pulled his sword and sheath around his hips. A knight never left his quarters unprepared for battle, and his training required him to do so, though there was no threat of any battle today.

"I am to meet Tyrion for breakfast," he notified the girl. "Accompany me." He watched her stand as if in stone in the corner of his room where she first planted herself as she entered. "We can sneak into the Sept of the Rock when we are finished and spend the day exploring the burial gardens. I will fill you in on what I think is happening, which is your likely marriage to Viserys Targaryan." He smiled at himself and her likely recoil. Viserys was no more than a toddler, though already with a reputation for horrible behavior and the often common, conventional myth that whoever married the boy would actually become the concubine of the mad king, who had a reputation for terror, abuse, and a violence toward his lovers unseen in the realm. Legend was that the last of the actual dragons under the influence of the Targaryan family enjoyed meals of the king's bastard children and discarded lovers. Rumor held that if he joined his son to another family's sigil, the deal would be done when he consummated the relationship in his son's stead, and that he would quickly feed the poor girl to his terrible beast.

He continued smiling mischievously as he passed his beautiful sister once again, wondering about whether she looked as great outside of her flowing dress as she did in it. "Fear not, Cersei. I'm certain the mad king will treat you better than others," he obviously was not serious. He opened the door as any gentleman should. "Shall we?" he said, questioning as if he had not just been tormenting the girl he was closest to since birth. "Tyrion gets rather....short....when he has to wait."

"Well I'm sure father tells you more than me," Cersei insisted. "You are his favorite son, after all." She knew Jaime could not deny that. Tyrion was merely a hideous gnome in her father's eyes. Like Cersei, he blamed Tyrion for his wife's death and had always resented him for it. Jaime was undoubtedly the favorite of their father, so it only made sense that he would inform him first of his plans for the family.

She watched as Jaime strode over to get his sword. It was a magnificent blade, even Cersei knew that. She couldn't help but admire her brother as he placed it around his slim waist. He'd certainly grown up fast these past few years as he'd trained for knighthood. He looked extremely strong and capable; Cersei had no doubt that the tales she'd heard of his prowess with the blade were true. He was also very handsome, as most Lannister's were, excluding Tyrion of course. Jaime would have no trouble finding a wife, and he would likely have more freedom than she did in choosing who the lady would be. Cersei resented him for that, for she knew she was to be wed to whoever her father thought would ensure them the most power in this war.

Cersei was about to snap at Jaime for ordering her rather than inviting her to accompany him, but stopped when he divulged some information with the promise of telling her more later in the Sept of the Rock. "Viserys? He's just a child," she argued. She'd heard dreadful and dark rumors about his father, who was being called the Mad King by many rebels across Westeros, and the rumors about his heir were becoming more and more dark by the day. "Father would never wed me to such a beast," she insisted as she passed through the door Jaime held open for her. The words were meant both as a retort to him and to reassure herself that her father would not risk her life in order for more political power. Family was everything to the Lannisters after all. Her father was a sharp and unforgiving man, but he did love his children.

She refrained from speaking any more on the topic of her wedding as they entered the hallways of the castle, making their way to the dining hall. "Why does Tyrion wish to dine with you?" she asked. "The imp usually keeps to himself," she said with a slight smile, amused by Jaime's pun.

"Can't I ask for a nice breakfast with my sister and baby brother? Who said Tyrion requested anything?" He smirked, taking in a view of her appealing curves as he stepped to her side from behind. "Actually, father is sending him on assignment, to House Tully. It seems they owe the Iron Bank money, and the mad king thinks the bank might fund Casterly Rock, and that we will raise an army and defeat their sigil and take Riverrun as ours. Father has other plans." He looked her up and down again, subtly, hoping she did not take notice.

"Have you given thought to which house you would like to join?" He asked. He cringed at the thought of the mad king raping her for his amusement while forcing her to bear a generation of horrible kings until Viserys did the same when he came of age. But the other options were not likely better. Robert Baratheon was a large man, with a reputation for drunken violence and carousing. Ned Stark would leave her barren, as he was notably honorable, and also married to a Tully, a Lannister enemy. The Tyrell family had an elder son, whom Jaime knew. And who hated Jaime with a passion that would carry over to the ways he bedded his sister. And while the thoughts of these scenes upset him, he felt a bit jealous as well, yet didn't exactly know why. Cersei was beautiful. But her attitude, her drive, was equally attractive. Only a girl herself, she was self assured, steely, and in command of who she was, rare traits among women outside the noble class. And in Casterly Rock, the Lannisters were the only noble class. And more than her will, her attractiveness was the highest in the city, perhaps in the realm.

"You could always remain at Casterly Rock under the protection of the Lannister knights," he smirked again. "Perhaps it might not be as exciting for you, but you should give father the chance to dismiss it outright, rather than easily accept your place as chattel," he teased with a gallows humor as he opened the door to the dining area.

Cersei scoffed at his explanation. She very much doubted that Jaime just wanted to have a nice breakfast was his siblings. Lately he'd been treating her even more curtly then usual, and he never wanted anything to do with Tyrion. Ever since Jaime had started his training as a knight, they'd begun to drift apart. Cersei missed when they were children, they'd been much closer then, but she knew it was fruitless to think of those happy times now.

Jaime went on to inform her that Tyrion wanted to discuss with Jaime their father's plans to send Tyrion to House Tully. At first, his words made her nervous, for it looked like father was intent on pursuing further relations with the Mad King, but then Jaime told her their father had secret plans. Cersei's lips pursed, angered that Jaime had led her to believe their father was actually set on remaining on the Mad King's side. He always led her to think one way then told her another, and it was infuriating. "Do you get joy from tormenting me?" she asked, unable and unwilling to hold her tongue. It was hard putting up with Jaime's games sometimes, but she had to because if not for him she would never know what was going on.

As they strode down the halls of Casterly Rock, Jaime asked her which house she'd like to join. Cersei scoffed openly at his ridiculous question. "None of them, were I given the choice. Unfortunately it seems I don't have the luxury of choosing," Cersei replied in an emotionless voice. Inside, her stomach churned uncomfortably at the very thought of getting shipped off to some other royal house to bed some horrible man who neither loved nor respected her. She'd always known it would happen, of course, but that didn't mean she had to be pleased about it. Whether she'd be looking up at the skinny Targaryen man or the sweaty Baratheon man as her virginity was ripped from her didn't matter, because either path was inevitable and horrible.

The next proposition Jaime offered surprised her and gave her a wretched sense of hope; wretched, because she did not want to believe the possibility of it only for it to taken from her. Of course, as usual, Jaime had to ruin his kindness by calling her chattel and teasing her with a vicious humor that she was far too used to. "Thank you for your generous advice Jaime," she said with thinly veiled sarcasm as he opened the door to the dining area. "I'm sure father would be so ever so pleased to hear that his daughter wanted to disrupt his war plans. He wants me to marry the man whose house we side with, and considers it my duty as his daughter to help solidify that alliance through the marriage. I'd serve no purpose if I were to remain here."

"You are probably right," Jaime said as they stepped into the dining area. He smirked at the girl once again.

"Two sides of the same coin," Tyrion said, gazing at them both as they approached the table. "Do not ask me to identify the head and the tail."

"Hello to you too," Jaime said, stepping near and taking his seat.

"What is the occasion for the family gathering?" The imp asked.

"I am to dispatch you. Father has sent me."

"Dispatch me? That seems like a polite way to talk about killing me."

"Well it's this beautiful vision that wants to do that," he said, nodding to Cersei. "Not father. You, Lord Tyrion, are traveling to House Tully. The Iron Bank wants to collect from them by funding our army. Of course we would be expected to then fight them, and then the survivor would be easy pray for the Targaryans."

"Indeed," the imp said. As he listened, a host approached the table and poured light wine for the Lannisters and revealed large plates of pastries and breakfast foods of any variety. Jaime continued.

"We are offering them protection, in exchange for their army when we need it."

"And how will we do that?" Tyrion asked.

"We will take the bank's money, while they do nothing. They do not build against us and act like nothing is happening. We will then join with them and use the bank's army to take on the Targaryans, along with the Baratheons."

"And why, exactly, would Robert Baratheon help the Lannisters?" Tyrion asked again. Jaime's eyes jolted toward his sister, then back to the imp.

"Well, I suspect father will offer him a rather......enticing package," he grinned to his brother. "One that is quite....engaging."

"Of course he will," Tyrion said, picking up his brother's subtext as both brothers smiled at their sister, as if to tease.

"I mean, I suppose that is a possibility," Jaime continued. "I could be wrong."

Tyrion changed the subject, accepting his duty easily, and the three finished dinner. As he left the room, Jaime looked at his sister. The sun shined across her pretty tresses and he was momentarily jealous of whichever suitor his sister was forced upon.

"Shall we go to the Sept?" he asked, offering a hand to help her stand.

Cersei just smirked at Tyrion's snarky remark. She didn't take offense; being compared to her brother was far from an insult. They'd been together since their very conception, so Tyrion addressing them as one didn't bother her in the slightest. Jaime was strong, smart, and undeniably handsome. They were an attractive pair, her and her brother.

When Jaime told Tyrion that Cersei was the one who wanted their baby brother killed, Cersei was more focused on her twin calling her a 'beautiful vision' than to bother with Tyrion's reaction. Jaime's compliment was normal and an expected pleasantry, but Cersei had noticed him passing her glances all the walk here, so she was beginning to suspect her brother more than believed the compliments he bestowed upon her, and he wasn't just saying them out of courtesy. Cersei wasn't surprised by his appreciation of her beauty; her handmaidens dressed her up to the nines each day. Her hair was pinned back and cascaded down her back in long, pretty ringlets. Her skin was flush with youth and her dress hugged her curves tightly. As she sat down to dine, her hair gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the nearby windows. She raised a glass to her lips and began to dine as her brothers began speaking.

Cersei listened attentively as her brothers conversed, though her face may not have reflected that rapt attention. This was how she'd gotten away with listening in on so many conversations between the noblemen in the past, though her father had eventually caught on. He was where she'd gotten her wits, after all. It had worked for a time though. All she had to do was look positively disinterested and everyone thought she was too stupid to understand what was going on.

It seemed her arranged marriage was looming even closer than she'd initially thought. Judging from what Jaime was informing their dear brother, it seemed she'd be marrying the unruly Baratheon man. She supposed she was gratefully she wouldn't be trapped with the violent Targaryan, but the large Baratheon man was not her top choice either. Honestly, Cersei would be more willing to marry her own brother than any of the suitors her father had chosen for her.

Her two brothers shared a smile when they addressed Cersei's impending marriage, as if it were some big secret occasion. They smiled at her as if she were a prized cur. Cersei did not appreciate the teasing looks they were giving her at her own expense.

"Shall we go to the Sept?" Jaime asked her after Tyrion left. Cersei finished the remains of her breakfast and accepted his outstretched hand.

"Very well, though it seems we have little to discuss if what you told Tyrion is true. You think I am to be wed to the Baratheon man?" Cersei asked, arm linked through his as he escorted her to the Sept.

"I don't know," Jaime said. "Robert Baratheon seems like both the best option for us, but also for you," he said in a sympathetic tone. "If Arys loses the throne, Baratheon will have the strongest claim to it," he looked at her. "And that could make you," he paused again. "The Queen of Westeros." He let that sink in for a few moments, unaware if that is anything Cersei was even interested in such a future. "That will not happen with another house other than the Targaryans themselves. Though Arys will impregnate you, probably violently, and then discard you with the steel across your neck once your womb was no longer necessary. But father has not told me what he intends to do. It's simply a theory." He smiled as he held the door for the girl, allowing her into the Sept of the Rock.

The twins sauntered through the Sept, home of generations of Lannisters that had long since ceased walking the earth, though their lives had been noble. After several conversations about the historical events the Sept had seen and the people buried in its catacombs, Jaime found himself alone with his sister near the entrance to the Sept Gardens. They both stepped on to a balcony overlooking the lush green and floral scene below, and the silver ocean in the distance. Jaime placed his hands on the bannister of the balcony and looked over the view.

"Do you think we will ever rule this land?" he asked her. "I have long thought the Lannisters would be benevolent and loved, and that Kings Landing was our proper place." He mused. "But it is you, dear sister, that may take our line to the throne. I hate to think it might be of a different name under a different banner." He smiled and shook his head, leading his sister down the stairs to the left and into the garden. As they reached the ground level, Jaime turned to her once more. "You deserve better than any of the options father has for you."

The Queen of Westeros

She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it yet. That position would certainly give her more power than she had now, but it would mean leaving home. It would mean leaving Jaime. If only she could just become Queen without having to marry either King Aerys or his challenger, Robert Baratheon . It was her duty however, so Cersei would accept it, despite her extreme reluctance. Family meant just as much to her as it did to her father, so she would marry the Baratheon man if it would so please him. It was better than the violent Targaryan at least. She didn't much appreciate Jaime's vivid description of what King Aerys would do to her, and she hoped to the gods he was exaggerating. She did not let any fear show on her face, however. Cersei remained stoic as always.

She entered the Sept of the Rock before her brother, as he'd held the door open for her. She didn't bother to slow her gait after she'd passed by him, and let him catch up on his own. He caught up to her easily and they linked arms once more. They walked through the Sept, her arm linked through his, quiet for the most part. There were some servants wandering about. At last, they reached the balcony over the gardens, where Jaime released his hold on her to gaze out at the sea. Cersei wondered what the view would be like from King's Landing, where she was likely to sit as Queen. As a child, the idea had seemed so romantic and idyllic to her, but she was wiser now and knew that being Queen would just place her in a larger prison, the cell being King's Landing and the warden being her husband.

"I'd rather be King," she told her brother arrogantly, watching the waves crash upon the rocks below. "If I were King, I would have all the power in the world. I would bring you and Father to King's Landing with me, and we would rule over all of Westeros," she went on. Jaime had similar hopes it seemed, as he told her his displeasure at having her made Queen under a different name. Cersei was also displeased that she would have to take a different last name, but she'd always be a Lannister first and foremost. "Even with the name, my loyalties will always remain with the Lannisters. Family is everything, as father always says," she said, with only a hint of mocking.

What Jaime said next surprised her. He'd discarded his snarky tone and replaced it with one of sympathy, telling her that she deserved better than the suitors father had planned for her. Cersei was glad he thought so highly of her--he did not show these feelings often--but she still let out a bitter laugh as she replied, "One is the King of Westeros, and the other is his challenger. To father, those options are more than I deserve."

Cersei was quiet for a moment before adding, "Of course, you know I'd rather remain here with you." Her tone had less of a snarl to it than usual, as she let some of her inner emotions leak through her cool exterior. She looked up at him with sadness in her eyes before glancing away sharply, not wanting to appear weak, even in front of Jaime.

"You already have all the power in the world," Jaime told his sister. "A beautiful queen has her ways of controlling even the king," he smirked. "And you, no question, shall be able to do just that." He was proud of his naughty implication. But his sister was undeniably attractive. They continued walking through the Sept garden, then back out toward the rear entrance of the Sept grounds on their way back to the royal quarters of Casterly Rock.

"Also, if you were queen, you shall have your choice of knights of the realm," he said, cryptically ignoring the things she might choose to have them for. "You need not remain here with me," he smiled, though thinking having her near was always ideal. Perhaps he could enter the King's Guard at King's Landing and remain near her. "You, will make an amazing queen. You will be the beauty of Westeros that every little girl hopes to be and that every young man hopes," his voice trailed off. "Well, that every young man admires, I shall say." They continued walking through the main causeway of the Rock, finding themselves in short order at the entrance to the family compound, the day still very early. As they entered, Jaime once again took in the figure cast by his sister who walked a bit ahead of where he stood. He imagined her firm body beneath him, against him, wondering what she felt like inside. He had the good fortune at this young age to have enjoyed a couple of girls from the sisterhood that served the Lannister noble women, and he wondered if Cersei would be equally exciting to him, her royal nature and her sharp attitude, often in need of correction and control, a challenge for him to conquer. He felt his sword at his side joined by another weapon he felt he could use. Bored with his studies and having a free day from training, he felt need to explore further.

"Shall we counsel in your quarters?" he asked, his motives less than pure.

The very idea of bedding Robert Baratheon was repugnant to her. She's heard of the man, with his large beer belly and terrible manners. She'd heard of his whoring and hunting. Even if they did wed, she knew he would not be loyal to her, and she didn't want to be in his bed; the only bed Cersei had ever wanted to be in was Jaime's. When they were children, she'd often scurry into his bed whenever she had a nightmare, and they'd sleep side by side, just as they had in the womb. Even when the nightmares stopped Cersei had kept returning to him, enjoying the comfort and warmth he provided. Their father had quickly put a stop to that when he'd found out, however, scolding her for acting improperly. 'The only bed you'll ever share is the one with your husband!' he'd yelled. But Cersei didn't like many people, and she doubted she'd like Robert Baratheon very much either. With a sigh, Cersei continued through the gardens beside Jaime, who was currently telling her that she could have just as much power as the king, if only she'd utilize certain... skills. Cersei knew very well what he was talking about, and she resented the fact that her only power came from between her legs. She wanted to hold a scepter and dictate orders as King's did, but because she was a woman she would be forced to use her body to get what she wanted.

Jaime's assurance that as a Queen she would get to choose her knights soothed her some. That meant she could at least have Jaime around. As her twin complimented her, Cersei wondered if he felt the same way about her as he claimed the rest of the realm did. Did he find her beautiful and attractive? Did he want her as the other men did? Her body heated at the thought. The only man Cersei had ever thought worthy of her was her brother Jaime, but she knew that that was a ridiculous, impure fantasy that she could not breathe a word to anyone about. Yet, as Jaime led her to her quarters, asking if she wanted to counsel in her chambers, she couldn't help but wonder if he desired to be the one bedding her instead of her future husband.

Once they entered, Cersei shut and locked the door behind them. She turned to her brother and took in his form. He was tall and imposing, sturdy and strong. He was terribly rude to her most of the time, but she knew he had her best interests at heart and was the only one she could truly trust here at Casterly Rock. "Jaime," she began, striding past him and stopping in the center of her chambers. "Perhaps I will bring you with me to King's Landing, and you can serve as my knight, if you would accept my offer." She smiled, confident and sure. "As for me controlling the King, you're implications are not lost on me. I take it you think the only way I can control him is by spreading my legs for him?"

"I would of course be in your service," he said, his eye twinkling at the thought that his little sister wanted him close by, as if a security blanket. Though they were twins, it was in these moments that he forever thought of her as the little girl he had grown up with. And standing before him in full view, her lithe and athletic form cloaked in the garnet and gold Lannister colors amidst a form fitting dress, she reminded him of the woman he only saw in his dreams. She was a sight, and his loins stirred at the thoughts of things he had done to lesser noble girls that he would no doubt enjoy with Cersei. When she accused him of belittling her, he made it clear he was not.

"Understand, that I do not say it is the only way you might control a king," he said, certainly alluding to the charms she no doubt hid beneath her cloak. "You are far too shrewd along with your beauty. However, I dare say no man would resist any control of that nature that you might wish to influence," he said as he stepped a bit closer as if merely to rebuff her challenge. "I am certain that my great misfortune is merely the allowance that I could be only your knight," he revealed. "For your king will certainly be the most fortunate king the seven kingdoms has had in centuries."

Cersei nearly let loose a sigh of relief when Jaime said that he would be in her service once she became queen. Although she did not show it, Cersei was nervous about leaving Casterly Rock, and anxious about being on her own with her stranger of a husband. It was a great reassurance that there was no doubt Jaime would accompany her to King's Landing. With him nearby, she'd always keep afloat of the realm's affairs and have company when she needed it, provided he wasn't in one of his moods.

When he told her that the king she married would be the most fortunate in all seven kingdoms, Cersei wasn't sure how to react. There could be no doubt of what Jaime was implying, but did he merely want to be her king to protect her? Or did he want all the rights a husband had to his wife? Did he want to part her thighs and sink inside of her? Cersei's body heated with desire when she thought about it. She'd never been with a man before. Of course, she'd shared chaste kisses with knights and lesser nobles around the castle, but she'd never bedded a man. Social standing told her it was wrong that the only man she wanted to give her maidenhead to was her brother, but Cersei was tired of going by social standing. "The Targaryens have wed brother and sister for years," she said, noticing Jaime had leaned in a bit closer to her. "It's a shame we don't share that same custom."

Jaime could not hide his mischief, even as he enjoyed staring into his beautiful sister's green eyes.

"I do not think that Tyrion is the type to marry," he grinned. "Nor do I think father would tolerate your children with him." He pulled his belt and sword from his waist and set it on the table in her entry room, then sat leaned back on a lounge near a window in Cersei's chambers, which overlooked the bay below Casterly Rock. His face turned serious for a moment.

"Were I the mad king, or any king," he began, "I would seek out father not for alliance, but rather for the assured pleasures that the lady of the Rock would bring." He gazed toward the sea, as if daydreaming of what could be, then looked back at his sister. "The benefits of warfare would be a secondary pleasure. And the first might be as powerful." Her allure was indisputable. The light from the high openings in the roof bounced off her long, honey locks, and her skin was smooth and perfect as any he had seen on the fairest of ladies in the city. He decided to set aside decorum. "Any king that fucks you for an army is doing it for the wrong reasons." He turned his gaze back to the sea. He thought about the pleasure that would come from sticking the girl with something hardened as much as Valyrian steel and as hot as the fire that forged it. He became further blunt in the face of his wonder whether she knew her place in the kingdom.

"You do realize that you are the prize? The kings fight over land and power and control, yes. But they believe that you are the most beautiful lady of any family of sigil. The winner, whether before or after your marriage, intends to claim you." He stood once more, moving toward her until he was somewhat close, passing toward her as if heading to the small bottle of wine kept on the table in the room. "It makes one want to raise an army and take a crown himself."

Cersei's immense displeasure showed on her face at Jaime's assumption. She knew he was joking, but she never liked to think of Tyrion. She remembered the day the imp was born, ripping apart their mother in the process. She'd never forgiven him for that. He was the shame of the family and Cersei could scarcely look at him. The implication of her marrying Tyrion disgusted her, and she let Jaime know it. "I think I may vomit at the very thought," Cersei said dryly.

She watched as her brother strode across her room and removed his belt and sword. He settled down beside the window and gazed out across the bay. Cersei walked over to him languidly, listening as he went on about her beauty. "I didn't know you thought so highly of me," She laughed idly. Jaime's words certainly lifted her spirits, even though she already knew she was beautiful and desired. There was just something about him saying it that made the compliments more substantial.

Jaime left the window then and started to pass by her, perhaps heading towards the bottle of wine, but Cersei reached out and placed a hand on his forearm, halting his movement. He told her that the prospect of bedding her would make one want to raise an army in order to take the crown and, in turn, claim her as his own. Cersei smiled at him slyly. "You want me for your own," she accused without a hint of malice, but a great deal of pride. "Jaime..." she lowered her voice then and leaned in, lips millimeters from his ear, and whispered daringly, "I'd sooner spread my legs for you than any other man."

"So you've heard the rumors then?" he asked with great, smug pride. "About how there isn't a sheath that can easily hold my sword?" He teased. The rumors may or may not have been true. He didn't care. He had enjoyed the occasional common girl in Casterly Rock and one of the beautiful Targaryan girls when he had trained briefly at King's Landing. He recalled that it was she who struggled with him the most, though everything fit eventually, and he was certain it was there that the myth began. He looked forward to life as a knight, traveling the lands of Westeros, enjoying the wares of the nobles in every city, be it their wives or their daughters. But he had not been lying about the desires of the men in the kingdom. Cersei had been reputed to be the most treasured jewel outside of Bravos. And he momentarily enjoyed the idea of mining her for himself.

"If you mean that," he lowered his voice to match hers, turning to face her directly. "Perhaps we should prepare for your royal duties together." He smiled again, as his hand moved to her side. He leaned in gradually and kissed his sister on the neck, lingering just a moment, before repeating the kiss on her cheek, then finally engaging her lips with his own.

When Jaime mentioned the size of his cock, Cersei was intrigued. She'd heard some of the serving girls tittering about her brother and the rumors of his sexual prowess, but she'd always tried to ignore them. Listening to those girls talk about her brother that way made her uncomfortable, and it was only recently she realized it was because she was jealous. She wanted to see if the rumors were true for herself. Cersei leaned closer towards him, and it seemed Jaime had the same idea. This moment felt different than any other, yet Cersei could hardly believe it when Jaime said they should prepare for her royal duties together. Often, the siblings borne of the same womb would flirt and tease each other, but it had never escalated to this level before. It had never been anything this blatant. It had always been just innocent enough that they could dismiss it as sibling rivalry or affection, but when Jaime's lips fell to her neck and slowly made their way to her lips, Cersei knew there was no way to justify this type of action.

When Jaime kissed her lips, Cersei felt like she was living once of her illicit dreams, yet the pressure of his lips on her told her this was all too real. Cersei quickly opened her lips to kiss him deeper, rolling her tongue against his. Her breath quickened and her hand shot out to grab his shoulder, as if the shock of this moment and the feel of his kiss was too much for her to stand. She had a brief moment of terror when she heard herself let out a small moan, and she panicked for a moment, paralyzed by the thought of being discovered. Her lips stopped moving against his and her grip on him lessened. There would be no way to justify this closeness between them. She feared a servant would find them, or worst of all their father would come in, but then she remembered that father never visited her and no servant would dare enter into her chamber without her bidding. Still, this was ever so wrong, and her anxiety over it eventually eclipsed her pleasure. She pushed him away, disengaging his lips from her. She was breathing heavily and her lips were pouted from the kiss when she spoke. "Jaime, this is so wrong." She looked into his eyes that were identical to hers as she said this, and an overwhelming feeling of want consumed her. "We-we need to be careful," she said, placing her hands back on his shoulders and pressing her body against his in a warm embrace.

Jaime wrapped his hand along her side, then over her lower back, just above the top curve of what was no doubt a firm, little ass. His sister had a lithe, sexy build, and he felt his cock grow hard at the prospect of piercing her for the first time. She suggested the need to be careful, but quickly pointed out the obvious common sense reality.

"When was the last time anyone - anyone - entered the quarters of a Lannister lady without significant forewarning. He kissed his sister's neck. "If it were father, he would send us summons from a guard, who would knock. No other person would get as close as your door without being questioned, and we would be notified, again by a guard, who would knock." He kissed her neck again, and his free hand moved to open the top two buttons of her bustier dress. He then moved to thoughts that were more carnal.

"Also, you," he said, as he slowly brushed the girls hair from her neck to kiss her again. "You are of marrying age. It is your duty," his hand roamed over her hip and low across her womb, "to bear noble children." His lips began to kiss hers again. "You must train for this." He smirked.

Jaime's words were partially lost on her as his lips pressed softly against her neck. He kissed with a surprisingly gentleness for such a fierce man. She leaned towards him and closed her eyes, allowing her own brother to ignite such a fire within her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slowly ventured down, feeling what she could of his muscles through the thick shirt he wore. "You're right. Of course you're right," she said, his assurances making more and more sense as he continued to kiss and caress her.

Cersei had significantly less sexual experience than her brother, so when his fingers moved to undo the buttons of her dress, even this action was new to her. Cersei had always had it preached to her to keep herself pure for marriage, and she didn't really mind that, as she'd never had much interest with other men anyway. Now though, with Jaime's body pressing urgently against hers, Cersei knew she did have an interest, but it was with someone even more forbidden than the castle royalty.

Her brother continued his sensual kisses as he spoke to her again, this time with a proposition. "And you wish to be my trainer? I was told I was to remain pure for my marriage, and if the rumors about this" --daringly, she reached down and groped his manhood through his pants-- "are true, then the King will surely question my purity," Cersei reasoned. Yet even as she spoke with logic, Cersei's hand slowly massaged the rapidly growing hardness in her brother's pants with a plain inexperience that she didn't realize. Cersei had heard the castle maidens gossip about her brother and his size, but she hadn't given much thought to it, mostly due to jealousy. Now, feeling him as she was, though she had nothing to compare him too, Cersei was assured those rumors had not been exaggerated.

Jaime smiled as his sister expressed her concerns for her chastity while rubbing his cock. She had so much to learn. He picked her up and sat her on a heavy table stand behind her, then stood between her legs, simply needing to lift the drape of her dress and pierce her down below to complete their coupling, should he choose.

"Yes," he said. "Your purity." He kissed her neck just below her ear. "I hate to tell you harsh truths, but let me explain why that doesn't matter." He began to slide her dress over her knees and then thighs, her beautiful legs coming into view. "You see, you are the lady of Casterly Rock. Our father has more gold than any family in the seven kingdoms combined." He smirked, taking a moment to reach down and unbuckle the two small, leather straps that kept his cock quartered. "And, he is powerful, wanting a Lannister on the throne and a legacy that will last generations," Jaime continued. "He is going to sell you to the highest bidder in terms of treasure and power," he kissed her neck as he reached under her dress, over her hips, and grabbed the edges of her panties. "And that bidder would enjoy piercing you, no doubt. But," he paused as he began to run a hand over her smooth, bare slit. "The victorious owner of the prize, your future husband, will gain ecstasy not from that, but from something much worse." He kissed her lips hoping she was getting the message that he would need be her protector. "No, any Targaryan, or Baratheon, does not simply want a little girl bride to break in. Trust me, they will have plenty of those with, or without, you by their side." He made a point to look directly into her eyes. "Their joy will come from making a little Lannister girl scream," he suggested ominously as he slowly slid a finger into her tiny crease, enjoying her little gasp. "And scream you will," he concluded. He wasn't lying. The kings and nobles would be brutish to her, no doubt. Her pain would be significant once she was given to one of them for their use, for use her they would. Their pleasure would be their only way to assault not her, but Tywin, and many would see her suffer all of his retribution before and while trying their hardest to fill her womb with one of their bloodline, corrupting the Lannisters' own. She would not lose her value by taking his cock in her little body today.

He began to finger Cersei, making sure to not penetrate deeply, for he very much did want the pleasure of seeing her torn asunder under the weight and girth of his cock. He enjoyed the thought of seeing her forehead wrinkle as she winced to take him, which she would no doubt do. He leaned in and kissed his sister, amused that he seemed poise to have her. While he loved her, her attitude could, at times be off putting if not outright hostile. He would enjoy seeing and feeling her comeuppance, and he would also enjoy loving her deeper than ever before. The sweet and sour nature of what was about to unfold, had him rock solid beneath his pants, and in moments he would have the girl he had truly dreamed about. He looked into her eyes once more, seeing their concern for his tale of how she would be treated once married away. Having set her expectations to be so horrible, he felt certain that anything he would subject her to would be acceptable.

"But I will be far kinder and gentler than they will," he said, perhaps only partially true. "If you want me to."

Jaime was as irritating as he was lovable. She tried to listen to his explanation of why it didn't matter if she was not pure for her wedding, but his explanation dragged on and on and his actions did nothing to encourage her to actually listen to him. First he'd started with a soft, loving kiss on her neck. Then his hands had lowered from her back and moved to her legs, sliding her dress up and revealing the secret between her thighs. Cersei had never shown this part of herself to anyone, and yet it felt only natural to share it with her brother. They'd shared everything in childhood, and now they would share in their intimacy.

Jaime made quick work of her panties and Cersei felt the cool air assault her thighs before Jaime's hand was back, gently rubbing her center. And even through all this, Jaime was still talking. "I do not want to speak about our father or my future husband right now," she told him in a sharp tone that turned into a gasp as his finger slipped just the slightest bit inside of her. Cersei squirmed against his body as he fingered her gently. Soon, all the negative thoughts of her father and marriage and duty and the realm faded and all there was was Jaime and her, alone in the world. She began to claw desperately at her brother's breeches, noticing with a hot desire that since he'd undid the straps on his pants, his cock pushed even more urgently against her hand.

"But I will be far kinder and gentler than they will," he said, and Cersei was listening this time. "If you want me to."

His words were a small comfort, but she would enjoy this moment they had together before she had to give herself to a strange man. Today, she would be with her brother, someone familiar and warm. "I want you to be you, Jaime," she told him before gripping the back of his head and pulling him into a passionate kiss. It was sloppy but wanton, their tongues dueling as lips pressed urgently against the other's. All the while, Jaime's finger worked beneath her gown, his pace never faltering. It was clear he had done this before. His fingers and cock had likely been in many women, and Cersei was fiercely jealous of that. She broke the kiss and pulled him towards her bed, dragging him on top of her. "I want to be yours Jaime. I want you to pierce me with that cock I've heard so much about. I want you to take me harder than you have any other woman, and I don't want you to hold anything back," Cersei said, unaware of just how rough her brother could be.

As he settled between her perfect, firm thighs, Jamie grinned as he listened to his sister ask for something that might not be the perfectly pleasant experience she thought it might. He salivated at the thought of what she was offering - full and complete access to her core, total and unfettered authority to have his way. She knew not what she was asking. He pressed her dress further up, her entire core now visible to him. He took the opportunity to look down upon his pretty sister's little slit, eager to corrupt and ravish her, as he was now surely committed to do. He simply nodded at her offering. He leaned down to kiss her one more time, deeply, his tongue entwined with her, enjoying her taste as his hands slid over her thighs, up her waist, and over her still clothed breasts before one ran up along her throat, grabbing it lightly enough to cause no injury, but tightly enough to gain a firm purchase and hold her where he wanted her to be. As he did, his free hand ran low, between her thighs, gripping his own, now rigid cock. A second later, it rested at her entrance, grateful at her expression that she was now his to possess. Agreeing only to be himself, as she had wished, he pressed once lightly into her, threatening to pop her just enough to cause discomfort short of pain. He pulled back once, then changed directions, slamming himself deep inside her, tearing her apart as he made her his own. Her body gripped him, putting an end to his first assault, and prompting him only to keep forcing his way inside her, committed that she would take him no matter how much her body tried to prevent it.

"Take.....unh....take it!" He said, giving in to his carnal urges, unrepentant as she had requested. "You.....are.....mine," he groaned, punctuating each thrust with a firm, hard thrust of his cock deep in her alluring, little body.

Cersei had always expected her first time would be uncomfortable. She'd imagined that she'd be nervous revealing such an intimate part of herself to her stranger of a husband, but with her own brother she was more than comfortable. He gazed upon her with love and lust. So much lust. His gaze was not locked with hers, but down below, eyes ravishing her slick cunt. She looked down at him too, for the first time, and gasped. Her brother was huge. His cock looked too big for the hand that held it, and Jaime had big, strong hands. Though she knew it was expected that she fear losing her maidenhead, Cersei found that her nerves were overshadowed by excitement. She loved the way Jaime grabbed her neck with one hand as he guided his cock towards her entrance with the other. She let out a soft mewl but didn't fight his grasp. It was a daily struggle for Cersei to gain any power in this family, but oddly enough she was perfectly content with Jaime handling her in this aggressive, primal way. It thrilled her, made her breathing ragged and her pussy ache. "Do it," she urged, but Jaime didn't need to be prompted. Her words became lost in her throat as Jaime pressed into her. Cersei resisted the urge to close her eyes in pain as her brother slammed into her for a second time, far more forceful than the first.

"Mmnnh!" she nearly screeched, nails digging into his shoulders. It hurt so much. He was tearing her apart, forcing his monstrous cock into her tiny, virginal hole. Jaime didn't care about the resistance her body was giving him; he slammed his cock inside her again and again. Cersei urged her body to accept his cock, but it seemed an impossible fit. He ordered her to take it in a guttural, commanding tone, and it was his commanding tone that caused Cersei's body to finally relent. Her core slowly relaxed around him and with that the pain began to fade. Her cunt still gripped his cock like a tight sheath for a sword, but now the slide was easier, and soon came pleasure. It still hurt, but not as much, and the pain was beginning to blend with the pleasure so the two were indistinguishable. Cersei moaned again and again, the force of the pleasure too much to contain. It felt like he was tearing her apart and making her whole all at once.

"You.....are.....mine," he groaned, punctuating each thrust with a firm, hard thrust of his cock deep in her alluring, little body. "I'm yours," she agreed without delay. She began to meet him thrust for thrust, but she was clumsy and couldn't keep up with her twin's frantic thrusting. She gave up in short time, just laid back and allowed him to slam his cock into her little body again and again. Her breathing came quicker as she felt a peculiar ecstasy fill her up, making her grab onto his broad shoulders even tighter. Her legs were bent and her feet wrapped around his waist, holding him close to her. She liked looking up at him, staring into those magnificent green eyes of his that mirrored hers.