Shame Who: Cersei Where: In dreams When: Now What: Past horrors Rating: Low? Status: Complete
While Cersei wouldn't say it to anyone other than Jaime, she never felt more protected or loved than she did while she was with him. He was the one constant in her life. The one person that she couldn't live without.
She slept. While she slept in his embrace, she dreamed.
King's Landing, doing the Walk of Atonement. Being pelted by sour fruit, spat on and sworn at by her own people. Naked as the day she was born. She could take it.
Cersei awoke with a start, gasping and clasping her hands to her belly. She looked to the other side of the bed and exhaled when she saw Jaime beside her. How was she here? How was she still alive? And how by the grace of the Gods (not that she believed in such a thing), were they still together?
She curled back into Jaime's embrace, attempting to take comfort in it. The ringing continued: