#you know how after one person doesn’t speak for a long time #when they finally do speak again #their voice is guttural #due to the long silence #when jaime says cersei’s name it’s so low #and it almost doesn’t sound like him #and it’s not like jaime hasn’t spoken ever since he was caught #but talking to robb stark #or to catelyn stark #or to brienne #it’s not like talking to cersei #those people are not cersei #and when he does say her name again #and he finally says out loud after dreaming of saying it #and after whispering it under the starry sky #or even just thinking about it #it’s a prayer #he conveys a message #look at me cersei #look at me #i am broken too #but i am here
Seize him. Cut his throat. Oh, wait! I’ve changed my mind. Let him go. Step back three paces. Turn around. Close your eyes. Power is power.
“Myrcella is my only daughter.”
“Too much,” Cersei paced away from him, restless as a lioness, skirts swirling. ”You’ve offered too much, and without my authority or consent.”
“This is the Prince of Dorne, we’re speaking of. If I’d offered less, he’d likely spit in my face.”
”Too much!” Cersei insisted, whirling back.
