Ser Jaime frowned, "You're using Count Green as a shield. What if he falls for her?"
From an angle Ser Jaime couldn't see... Queen Dowager Cersei smiled confidently and said, "Myrcella is only eleven. She's a little girl."
Ser Jaime frowned again: "Yes, she's young, but... what if Myrcella falls for him?"
Cersei's blue-green eyes flashed with triumph: "I will know very soon."
Jaime pressed, "What do you mean you'll know very soon?"
Queen Dowager Cersei stopped again, as if showing off her wisdom: "Jaime, I told Myrcella that if she likes someone, even a penniless knight, I would not only not object but would help her... achieve her wish. So, I solemnly told her that if she ever falls in love with someone, her mother, I, must be the first to know, only then can she receive my blessing."
She slowly curved her lips: "Because she is the daughter of a Lioness, I grant her... the power to choose her future husband, but... the prerequisite is that I approve of the person. If not, I will secretly dispose of that person when she develops a liking for him, before her affection deepens."
Ser Jaime was stunned. He said incredulously, "Cersei, this is deception! You can't do this, you'll hurt..."
Slap!
Ser Jaime hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly received a slap from Queen Dowager Cersei.
"Deception? What do you know?"
Queen Dowager Cersei glared at Jaime: "The Little Lioness has a weak character; she cannot leave the protection of the Lioness!"
With that, her skirt swirled, and she turned and left.
Staring at Cersei's retreating back for a while, Ser Jaime sighed inwardly. He lifted his feet and followed her.
Queen's Bedchamber.
Cersei Lannister's anger had not yet subsided. She picked up a gem-encrusted wine goblet and drained it.
Ser Jaime stepped into the room, gently closing the door.
Noticing the movement, Queen Dowager Cersei, who was standing by the window, merely glanced back, remaining silent.
Ser Jaime slowly surveyed the room filled with wonderful memories, his mood involuntarily improving. But... when his gaze swept over the bed, he paused.
Lancel... that name once again came to mind suddenly... Lancel... Cersei spreading her legs... In a daze, Jaime felt as if he was witnessing the two of them in a scene of pleasure on that very bed.
He... even hallucinated heavy breathing and joyful moans.
Cersei took another sip of wine. Jaime still hadn't come closer, and the room was too quiet, so she turned around... Then, she saw Jaime staring intently at the bed. She knew him; he was on the verge of fury at this moment.
Cersei's beautiful eyes flickered. She was naturally perceptive about matters between men and women, and she immediately guessed... Jaime might have heard the "rumors" about her and Lancel.
Who could it be? That could wait; there was something more important at hand.
Putting down the wine goblet, Cersei walked towards Jaime. When she stood before him, her eyes were already red, and then... she raised her hand to strike him.
This time there was no sound of a slap; Cersei's slender wrist had been caught by Jaime's large hand.
"Let go!"
Ser Jaime gazed at her motionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Cersei, I'm going to ask you something, and you must be honest... You..."
He opened his mouth but couldn't continue. Tears welled in Cersei's rosy eyes, dripping down her cheeks one by one.
Cersei's eyes, like clear spring water, flickered. The anger on Jaime's face gradually faded, replaced by heartache and hesitation.
Her angry voice was choked with sobs: "Why did you only come back now? Where were you when Stannis's army was at the city gates, and I was trembling with fear? Where were you when everyone wanted to drive me out of the Red Keep? I'm just a woman in a dress; I couldn't do anything!"
Slap! Her other hand slapped him.
Her angry voice was hoarse: "Your good brother wants to send Myrcella to the Dornish, and our good father wants to send our daughter to the Eyrie! Where were you? Without you, I could only be strong, I had to be brave! Without you, I could only force myself to learn how to protect my daughter!"
She sobbed sadly: "How can you say I'm deceiving my daughter... I'm protecting her..."
In Jaime's memory, Cersei rarely shed tears, or rather, she had almost never cried in front of him. An indescribable pain surged through Jaime, as if her tears were also falling on his heart, each drop causing him a pang of agony, and he felt deeply remorseful.
Cersei's hazy eyes looked at Jaime, and she gently caressed his face: "Without you, I was so lost, so afraid that one day the enemy would send back your head. For you, I even begged Dwarf; I asked him to save you... If you died, I couldn't bear it."
Jaime could feel Cersei trembling all over. He reached out and hugged her tightly, saying hoarsely, "Cersei, without you, I am not whole either."
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