Ronnet Connington SI

-Chapter 13-

-POV Jamie-

"He saw us," said Cersei, trembling.

I quickly grabbed the little rat. I knew what I had to do, I knew I was going to do it, but seeing the terror I was inflicting in his eyes made me hesitate.

It lasted only half a second before I decided to throw him off that cursed tower. Just as I was about to do it, Cersei said urgently:

"NO, don't do that, there are others below."

I discreetly glanced down and said, "There's Tommen and the youngest Stark, but they're too far to see. This one must not stay alive, or he will talk."

"No, I won't say anything," said Ronald, Ronnet's son, still terrified.

"Let him go, I'll tell Ronnet everything, he won't talk. I trust him," she said.

I frowned, and even though I had to agree that Ronnet was trustworthy, you could never be sure of a person's reliability, especially with such a big secret that could potentially bring my whole family to the scaffold—Tyrion, Joffrey, Tommen, Myrcella, and even Cersei.

I sighed, releasing the child who was dangling in the void only because of me, murmuring sarcastically and bitterly, "The things I do for love."

But just as I turned around, I heard a roar: "RONALD!"

Cersei's eyes instantly widened, and so did mine. I glanced only to see that monster making a leap of more than 4 meters, cushioning his son's fall on his back, then standing up as if nothing had happened.

'Damn, he's not human.'

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-POV Ronnet-

I cried for the first time in my second life. Ronald had never been more my son than when I felt I was going to lose him, and I truly blamed myself for it.

For the first 9 years of his life, I was barely present, which is quite normal in this world since planes, cars, and trains don't exist.

But I admit it was more by choice. I didn't feel ready to become a father yet. I had so much to accomplish, and I didn't want an extra responsibility complicating everything.

I left him with my father as soon as he arrived at the castle, and then I left him with my brother and little sister after our father's death, and finally with that viper Cersei.

Today, I feared he might sleep alone far from me. It was pathetic. I stroked his red curls and fell asleep beside him while outside, I had ordered 50 guards to be posted to watch over us day and night.

"I am the queen, let me in."

I could hear Cersei's annoying voice even through the door.

"Our lord has ordered that no one but the king and the Warden of the North should disturb him," said Rodrik.

"It's fine, let her in," I said in a tired voice.

As she entered, I saw she had made an effort to prepare herself, undoubtedly hoping I would forgive her for a mere bastard.

"Is he okay?"

I didn't even deign to respond to such hypocritical questions. She continued to ask silly questions until she said, "I am your queen, and I order you…"

"Cersei, do you know the story of the scorpion and the frog?" I said, cutting her off and changing the subject.

She was taken aback by the empty tone I used, with no trace of respect, servility, friendship, or even love, and I said without giving her time to respond:

"A scorpion, looking to cross a river, asks a frog to carry him on his back. The intelligent frog says to the scorpion, 'Who do you take me for, scorpion? I know you, you'll surely sting me!' The scorpion says to reassure the frog, 'No, frog! You can trust me. If I sting you, I will drown too!'"

I stood up from my chair to face her, my eyes red with a mixture of fatigue, rage, and the tears I had shed for my son.

"The frog hesitated but eventually gave in to the scorpion's insistence. She let him climb on her back and ventured into the river. Midway across, the scorpion plunged his stinger deep into the frog's back, and she, paralyzed, began to sink, taking the scorpion with her."

At this point, only a very small distance separated us, and from my full height, I finished by saying:

"The frog managed to ask one last question, 'But why, scorpion? We are both going to die!' Do you know what the scorpion replied, Cersei?"

She managed to shake her head, and I said in a low, dangerous, but above all enraged tone:

"It's in my nature…"

A brief silence reigned before I continued and said:

"…You are exactly like that little scorpion, Cersei. I gave you absolutely everything, but it wasn't enough; you also had to take my son, my only son… I never believed that someone could be born entirely evil, but it seems that is your case."

I smiled mockingly and said, "Do you seriously think I am like your husband or your good-for-nothing brother, good with a weapon and nothing else?"

I shook my head disdainfully and said, "I knew your children were bastards long before I met you. I could have told your father, your husband, Renly, the Tyrells, and even the damn Freys. They would have covered me with gold, useless titles, and all sorts of other rewards, but I didn't. Instead, I spoke to you frankly and honestly. I offered you my loyalty and even my heart, and this is the return you offer me."

'And the worst part is that I can't take revenge now because by supporting this bitch, I have alienated the Baratheons and a large part of the nobility,' I thought, gritting my teeth in frustration.

I sighed, and the urge to strangle her and have her beheaded was pushed deep inside me by reason, and I said, "You broke your oath to me, so from now on, you are on your own."

She tried to grab me by the arm, but I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground with one hand before saying, "Don't ever touch me again. You disgust me."

I threw her to the ground, and all that remained in my gaze was pure anger. She had released the monster, and she should be ready to face the consequences of her actions.