number 3 for jaime and cersei 💔
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
She is only two-and-ten when Father declares that she is to be sent to King’s Landing, where she is supposed to marry either of the Targaryen princes. She knows she’s supposed to weep and kick and plead to be allowed to stay, and she had even done that, for a time, but she just can’t make herself look that silly anymore.
Not after what aunt Genna had told her in the Stone Garden. You are a lioness and it is for all the lesser beasts to fear you.
Cersei, for herself, is ready to face whatever threat may await her in King’s Landing. She’s always been a brave child, braver than most boys with their childish wooden swords.
And certainly braver than her own twin, Jaime, who is standing now on the treshold of her bedchamber, his lips chapped from all the biting and yelling, his eyes still wet and fiery, his right cheek red, where Father had probably slapped him when he had grown tired of the little brat’s madness.
A sharp pang of sorrow spreads from her chest to her guts when he begs, “Please, don’t leave“.
She can feel the tears swell up in her eyes again, so she has to turn away from him at once. She can’t let him see. Now, of all times, she needs to be strong like the lioness of her sigil.
“Leave me alone, Jaime. I must sleep now if I want to be ready to leave early on the morrow.”