𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | The Dagger

{ Lyra }

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𝕿he month long wait for the other rulers to arrive was filled with preparations for their visit. Joffrey and Lyra were both in and out of meetings, discussing tactics and gifts to offer in return for peace and where they wanted these talks to be held.

Lyra closed the nursery door, drowning out the clamour of the servants and advisors. Since she had been back, it had been non stop and Lyra just wanted a break. She had forgotten just how tiring being queen could be.

"Mama!" Lyra turned, beaming as Mikael raced into her arms. She winced as she lifted him, the boy having grown heavier since she last saw him. "I lost a tooth. Look!"

Lyra's eyes widened as she saw that he had indeed lost one of his front teeth. 

"Please tell me that you did not pull it out."

"No." Mikael scrunched his nose. "It fell out whilst I was playing in the garden but it didn't hurt."

"I'm glad." Lyra smiled, pressing a kiss to his button nose as the boy giggled. She couldn't believe that he was so close to being five years old, still remembering how it felt to hold him in her arms when he was first born. "You're getting so big, Little Lion. Soon, you'll be taller than me!"

"I can still hug you though?" Mikael looked up at her, blue eyes wide in fear at the thought of not being able to. Lyra ran her hand through his hair, wondering if this was what Joffrey used to look like when he was young and the world hadn't hurt him as much.

"Of course. You'll always be my little boy."

"Your Grace." Lyra turned, finding herself face to face with Jaime Lannister. "Lady Greyjoy is here to speak with you."

"I see." Turning, Lyra placed Mikael onto the floor. "I need you to go and stay with Elia in the nursery with your siblings."

"Why?"

"Mikael." Lyra warned, before smiling. "Protect them for me whilst I deal with this."

"Alright Mama!" Mikael grinned, calling Elia to his side as Lyra opened the nursery door for them, checking the room quickly before closing and locking it. Turning, Lyra nodded at Jaime once more, before waiting for Cersei to enter.

"Your Grace." Cersei spat, performing a small curtsy as Lyra examined her. The woman looked slightly mad, her hair more unkempt than Lyra had ever seen it and her eyes had a slightly wild look in them. This was not the Cersei that Lyra had grown up with.

"Lady Greyjoy." Lyra began, sitting down. "What can I do for you?"

"You're trying to have me killed." The young queen raised an eyebrow at the woman, unamused. "I know it, I know you are. You're trying to have me killed."

"I think you're being paranoid." Lyra began, before looking back at Jaime. "Qyburn can get you something to soothe your nerves...."

Cersei's hand slammed down on the table, causing Lyra to turn back to face her.

"Don't try to change the subject. I know what you've done." She cried, a tear forming in her eye as she spoke. "You turned them all against me, you convinced my son to strip me of my titles and banish me! It was you, it was all your fault and now, you're trying to kill me."

"Cersei, you blew up the Sept of Baelor." Lyra drawled, before shaking her head. The woman was clearly delusional. "That was your own fault."

"I wanted you gone, but you didn't die. Why couldn't you have died?" Cersei cried, standing up and beginning to pace around the room as she spoke, glaring at the queen all the same. "But now you're here and you will die, one way or another."

"Cersei, think about what you're saying." Lyra warned, eyes narrowing as she reached for the dagger on her leg. "You don't want to do this. Why don't you talk to someone about it?"

Cersei's head snapped around, as she seethed, staring at the younger woman who still wasn't getting frightened.

"Don't you understand?" Lyra pulled the dagger free, holding it by her leg. She didn't want to kill the woman, except if it was a last resort. "You might make it out of the castle, but you will never make it out of this city."

She began to laugh manically as she looked around and Lyra's heart dropped as the woman pulled a knife from the sleeve of her dress.

"Cersei, put the knife down." Lyra stood, eyes narrowing. "Think about what you are doing. If you kill me, Joffrey will torture you for all eternity! Don't be absent minded."

Cersei didn't like Lyra talking to her as sternly as she did, turning around to glare at the woman before flinging herself forward. But the dagger did not hit. Cersei looked down, staring at the sword going through her stomach as Jaime stood in front of her. Cersei touched the wound, dropping the dagger.

"I warned you, Cersei." Lyra slid her knife away, sitting down once more and pouring herself something to drink. "Nothing good would come of this."

"Jaime." But Jaime smirked, before lifting his hand and peeling back the skin. Beneath it was Arya Stark, who was grinning like a madman. "Who...?"

"The North remembers." Arya spoke softly. "We, Starks, remember."

"No."

"Jaime died at the battle of Winterfell, sadly," Lyra revealed, tucking her legs up beneath her. Cersei gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she choked. "Arya and I formed a plan. She had a prophecy and a promise to complete, and you needed to pay for what you had done for my family."

"Joffrey will not let you..."

"My husband already knows." Lyra looked her dead in the eyes, Stark grey against Lannister green. "I told him everything, about how you would come searching for me when you heard I returned, and that Arya was masquerading as Jaime and would kill you. He gave me his blessing."

"He wouldn't..." Her breathing was raspier now, as Lyra stood and crouched down by the woman's body. 

"You don't know your son half as well as you think you might." Lyra hissed, kicking the dagger away from Cersei's reach. "You abused him, treated both him and me poorly, murdered our father, plotted to kill our brother, murdered our mother, pushed my younger brother from a window, almost got Myrcella killed, killed Tommen, Margaery and the Small Council, endangered our son and tried to weasel your way back into court after you were banished. He has plenty of reasons to hate you as much as we do."

"Myrcella...alive?" Cersei choked out, eyes wide as Lyra smiled.

"Oh yes. Quite happily safe in Dorne, I assume." Lyra patted Cersei's cheek gently as the woman's breathing grew harsher. "I hope you burn in the Seven hells for all that you have done, you hateful witch. You are lucky that this was Joffrey and Arya's plan, because mine was having Elia tear you apart limb by limb."

Standing up, Lyra stood by her sister, who had removed Jaime's skin and armour, both of them watching as Cersei died at their feet. It seemed only fair that after all the pain she had caused their family, Cersei died by their hands.

"Good riddance." Arya muttered as the woman finally died, rolling her eyes. "I thought she would never die."

"I know," Lyra shook her head. "Are you going to dispose of the body or should I call some servants?"

"I don't want to touch that." Arya scoffed, scowling deeply. "She's the reason for our parents death."

"Aye, she was." Lyra opened the door to the nursery. "You take one of the twins, I shall take Mikael and the other."

"Why?" Arya blanched at holding a child, looking at Lyra with panic in her expression.

"I don't want them around a dead body!" Lyra picked Mikael up, pushing his head into her neck as Arya reluctantly picked Tommas up. "Hold him gently, cradle his head."

"I am, I am!" Arya snapped as Lyra picked Margaery up into her arms. 

"Mikael, we're going to play a game. You can not open your eyes until I say so, yes?"

"Yes, Mama!" Mikael chorused, beaming as Lyra nodded. She made sure that his eyes were closed, before walking past the dead body and out into the main hall. Elia stopped, sniffing at the woman, before growling and padding after her mistress.

"Rolan!" Joffrey's servant paused, turning to look at her as Arah opened her chamber door and carefully picked Tommas up from a nervous Arya. "Fetch Joffrey! His mother's been found dead in the nursery. I think he should know."

"At once, Your Grace."

"Everything went according to plan?" Arah rocked Tommas, pushing Arya inside the royal chambers as Lyra followed.

"Perfectly."

Hiya,

So this was actually one of my favourite chapters. This went into the book because we never actually get to see Arya's powers put to use and it kind of finishes her list of people to kill and her 'brown eyes, blue eyes (Night King), green eyes (Cersei)' prophecy. Yeah so Jaime and Cersei are dead, Lyra and Arya got revenge and it's been kind of action packed.

Also, next chapter is interesting, let's say, so I mean have fun with that one on Monday. Let me know what you think,

Love Li xx