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LET THE IC BEGIN

Sorry I didn't post it last night, as promised, I kinda got some bad news. But it's up now :)




What had she expected? The oaf was dead and buried, finally, after nine long years of marriage, and she was finally free. But it wasn’t the relief she had anticipated. Quite the contrary; she felt the same. Her days weren’t that different, besides the face that she had one less blundering idiot to entertain. Thomas was too young to know the difference really, which she supposed was sad in a way. She knew what it was like to lose a parent, but losing a mother is different to losing a father. Cersei had grown up more or less parentless; Joanna had died when she was very young and Tywin wasn’t exactly paternal.

She arose that morning, the morning of his funeral, and absently dressed in ordinary clothing; a red dress with her favourite Vivienne Westwood shoes. It was only when she noted the way his side of their bed remained unmoved that she remembered and, sighing, changed into a more formal black dress. How tedious was the tradition to wear black to a funeral; not that Cersei minded black, it was in fact one of her more favoured colours – 50% of her wardrobe was black. What Cersei loathed more than anything was being told what to do, even if it was by a voiceless social custom.

Cersei strode over to her window, looking out of her penthouse home at the city; she could see the strip from here. Robert had initially intended to live in the apartment above the Casino, but once Cersei had fallen pregnant, she’d put her foot down; the baby would get no sleep, living above the constant racket of the punters in the bars beneath them. The baby was just the excuse she had needed of course because, as she had anticipated, once they bought the penthouse, Robert still spent more time at the Casino, with one whore or another, than he did at home with her. She had the best of both worlds – she spent his money and lived the life of the wife and daughter of two of the most powerful and respected men in the country, let alone the state, and he was writing about on top of someone else every night. Domestic bliss,

Today, though, she would have to act like the devastated widow everyone liked to think she was. Anybody who knew Cersei would know better, but she let very few people under her guard and could have been an actress, if she had been so inclined.

So that morning, at 11am, she sat in the church, holding her little boy on her lap, her tear-stained cheek resting on his angelic little head, and let everyone see how well the ice queen could melt.
So I thought we could start at Roberts funeral, and I'm going to post the first IC post tonight.
GUYZ
Hey guys, so I really wanna get started at some point this week, as early in the week as possible, I just need to kick iSuspect into gear about posting Jaime's CS :P.

- Also, everyone who has posted a character so far, they look really good.
Right, okayy
Who is Victarion?
I'm not up to that part yet :P
How many books are out so far?
Isn't it 7? But two of them are in two halves, so technically its 5??
I've seen the whole season. Thats my point :P
Like do I read Feast for Crows before season 5? Or after?
And I just can't ship them. I don't think thats romantic, I think he admires her. But I'm not one to shit on other people's ship, each to their own, I say!
Silver Carrot said
I don't ship anyone in Game of Thrones. When I see a boy and a girl like each other, I count how long it takes for one of them to die.


I'm sick.
I don't know how they did it
...but they made me ship incest and I worry about my sanity because of it.
I like to think that they're two people who were supposed to love each other who just weren't supposed to be born siblings.
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