Chapter 69: Reconciled
"My father will hear about this," Cercei shouted. Then she tried to go back. But then suddenly found a sword flying just a few centimeters away from her and plunging into a pillar.
"How dare you talk to Robert like that. He calls me Uncle and I very much desire to act the part. You are just a queen. Queen is nothing but a word and holds no power. I would not have gotten so angry at you if you had shown even a bit of sympathy for the little girl. Smallfolks are nothing in your eyes, right?" He angrily said, he was just trying to bring Robert on the right path by showing that he had someone who had his back. Good thing he knew some acting.
He had looked into the mind of Robert Baratheon. The guy had been under immense pressure since the day he became the king. Trying to keep each house happy. Needing money and for that marrying Cercei, only to find what kind of hateful woman she was later. Then there were also the kids. They had no Baratheon features and he had doubts that they were bastards.
But he couldn't say anything. If he did, he'd lose the backing of Tywin, or worse, another war. And he knew that no one would come to support him this time. He missed his old days when he could just relax and do whatever he wanted.
When he heard Alexander's words. He once again felt like he had a family. His parents were dead. Stannis was more of an emotionless plank than a man. Renly was too girly. There was no elder to whom he could turn to in the time of need. Jon was like a father but he was too honorable. On the other hand, Alexander was old, Robert knew him since he was small and considered him his role model since he found out how strong Alexander was.
In Robert's eyes, Alexander was the perfect man. Probably the strongest person in Westeros and also the smartest. Turning your kingdom from poor to the richest in such a small time either required the blessing of a god or extreme intelligence.
"Do you know what you are saying? Do you want to start a war? I can assure you that my father will destroy the North. Did you forget the Rains of Castamere?" Cersei proudly stated.
"Haha... Have you ever been in a war? 1 hour... It will only take me 1 hour to take over Casterly Rock. And you talk about Rains of Castamere like it's a trophy. I don't call overwhelming hundreds of men, with thousands of soldiers, bravery. Your father killed women and children that day. That was not bravery, that was murder. Now, if you really feel like your father will wage war with me for this, then go on and write a raven. I'll be waiting for the reply" He smirked at his last words. Jamie had to drag his angry sister away. Then Alexander looked at Robert.
"My boy, now I know why you took back to your past bad habits. Living with someone this insane can't be easy. You called me uncle and never asked me for help. You seriously went to Tywin?" He calmly said.