Jaime's hand suddenly moved down and closed around Cersei's throat.
His hand tightened, then tightened further.
Although Cersei was not weak, Jaime had struck without warning, and the force of a man's shoulders and abdomen pinning her down was far greater than a woman's.
"Jaime, no..." Cersei looked at Jaime in disbelief.
Life was like a dwindling flame, slowly fading away.
Her once-vibrant flesh gradually lost its luster.
Cersei's eyes rolled back. She tried to move her body but could not, and Jaime pressed his Golden Hand down.
"I'm sorry!" Jaime held Cersei's body close, tears slowly streaming down his face.
Kingslayer!
Kinslayer!
Oathbreaker!
Chapter 453: Tommen's death, an empire takes shape
"And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?"
Jaime Lannister looked at the corpse of Cersei Lannister in his arms, the woman he had loved for more than a decade.
"A red lion fought a yellow lion, their claws and fangs sharp and merciless."
Jaime looked at Cersei's pale face. Her net of golden hair was still thick and shining, but her green eyes had lost their fire.
Cersei's face was smooth and clean now, yet paler than white paper.
Beneath Cersei's beautiful shell, peeling it back revealed nothing but rotten maggots.
Power-hungry, lustful, selfish, arrogant, wanton, and indifferent to commoners.
All the old illusions had shattered. Now Jaime saw clearly.
"You deceived me for half my life, and I took yours." Jaime laid Cersei's corpse on the bed, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. "You thought Tyrion would take your life. You never expected it would be me."
"Every blow struck to kill, every stroke cruel. Do not forget, my son, do not forget."
Jaime looked at Cersei's corpse on the bed. From this moment on, he had broken his