The Crown

Murder.

I did it.

It was fun.

Gruelling, but fun.

Sorry Mum.

Plus, I needed food.

The smile faded from Her face as she walked in, blistered toes and tangled

curls.

"Where's Father?"

"The crown requires its secrets."

She hobbled to the window.

"Cersei, sweetling, your father told me your secret.

"Tell him I will burn you alive if he doesn't kill himself."

"Darling, he died in the battle! Have you been taking your concoctions regularly?"

Ignoring her, Cersei tore the curtain aside.

Behind her was the dead, crumpled form of her dead brother, chained to a post, hand missing, his flesh a pale blue and his skull cracked in a savage grin.

"Why is your brother dead?!"

"I got angry."

Cersei gave the queen a morbid glance, to see if she meant her secret dead, too.

"Did I have to get angry?"

"No."

The queen looked sad.

"It seems your father had killed himself at the beginningof the war."

"I killed him."

"Why?"

"I don't know.

"I just did."

"I meant the king, sweetie, why did the king kill himself?"

"I told you, I killed him. He tasted rather sour. Like Brother.

"Sweetie..."

"He wouldn't let me touch it."

"Touch what?"

"The crown"

The queen's hand flew to her mouth.

"My gods."

"It's right here, near his bones.

"What?!"

She tugged at the necklace on her chest, rasping.

It was not at all what she had expected.

"Maddie is dead too, in the stables."

The little horse was bloody and bruised, and the strong teeth that studded its head were now twisted and broken.

"Did you break the crown?"

"NO!" She screamed, looking scared.

"I burnt it." She smiled maniacally.

The queen collapsed, dead of shock.

She sat down next to her, bawling.

"Sister Cersei, why has Mother fainted?" The little girl walks in.

"I don't know, darling." She smiles sweetly.

"Okay. I want food."

"Do you want some of your brother?"

"What?"

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