Dragonstone (End)

Cersei gripped Jaime's arm. "You will succeed Father as Hand of the King. I needn't tell you that you understand the necessity of it, Tom—"

After a slight pause, she continued, "I need you, Jaime."

Candlelight danced in the jewel-green pools of Cersei's eyes. Jaime stared at her for a moment, then gave a mocking smile. "Sister, don't joke. I'm not fit to rule."

Cersei's patience seemed nearly exhausted. "Rule? You're the one joking. I want you to succeed Father's position, not rule the kingdom."

She lifted her chin slightly. "Until my son comes of age, I will rule the kingdom."

Hearing that, Ser Jaime had to admit... he had still underestimated Cersei's thirst for power.

His gaze shifted to his father's peacefully resting body. "I don't know whom I should pity—the Seven Kingdoms, Tommen, or the Lannisters."

Slap!

Cersei struck Jaime across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. He could have avoided it, but... not only were his legs numb, his body was sluggish as well.

Cersei's furious voice rang out. "Jaime, you're a coward who knows only how to run away. Where is your courage? Did you leave it behind in the dungeons of Riverrun?"

Looking at the enraged Lioness, Jaime had to admit... she was still very alluring, but he knew he could no longer love her.

At the same time, he had to admit that she knew exactly what words could hurt him.

Ser Jaime drew a deep breath and said as coldly as he could, "If you were smart enough, you would know that only Uncle Kevan can take Father's place."

Having said that, Jaime looked as though he had no wish to pay her any further attention. Cersei was so angry she wanted to slap him again, but... she restrained