Cersei's room was cold and silent, a reflection of the emptiness that had hung over King's Landing since the deafening cries of the Battle of Blackwater. The smell of smoke and blood still permeated the walls, and not even the most expensive incense could dispel the ghost of death that haunted the Red Keep.

Cersei stood by the window, a forgotten glass of wine in her hand. The red liquid reflected the flickering candlelight, reminding her of blood. Jaime was a prisoner. Robert was dead. Joffrey... Joffrey was a stranger under the crown that should have been his by right. Never had Cersei felt so alone among so many people.

The door creaked softly. It was you. Your younger sister looked like a shadow of your former self, dressed entirely in black, mourning your husband who had fallen in the same battle that had secured the throne for your nephew. Your eyes, once lively and proud, were red and empty.

"Did you send for me?" Your voice was almost a whisper, trembling.

Cersei did not answer immediately. She just let her gaze rest on you, recognizing in your fragility a reflection of her own pain. You were two shards of the same mirror, broken by war and loss.

"Yes" she said at last, her voice hoarse, heavy with wine and unshed tears. "You must not be alone. None of us must."

She walked over to you, leaving her glass on the table. Your dress was simple, rough, not worthy of a Lannis. But to Cersei, that mattered little. Her hand rose slowly, wiping a stubborn tear from your cheek.

"None of that matters" she murmured. "They fight, they die... and we are left. Always alone."

Cersei's thumb traced your jaw, an intimate, almost possessive gesture.

"Jaime is lost to me. Your husband is dead. What do we have left?" The question sounded bitter, but it didn't need an answer.

Without thinking, you leaned your face against her palm, seeking childish comfort, something no words could give. It was this gesture that broke through Cersei's armor.

With sudden urgency, she pulled you against her, enveloping you in a suffocating embrace. You buried your face in her neck, trembling with silent sobs.

"Shhh" Cersei whispered, squeezing the back of your neck firmly. "We still have each other. Only us. Blood is all we have left... and blood never abandons us."

She pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you. In your eyes, there was the same sadness that consumed Cersei, an ocean of pain without shores. And before she could think, driven by desperation, she leaned in and captured your lips.

It was not a kiss of passion. It was a kiss of survival. Salty with tears, bitter with wine, it was simply proof that they were still alive.

You froze for a moment, but then you gave in. Your hands clung to Cersei's dress like someone clinging to the last plank in a stormy sea. When you parted, you were both panting, not with desire, but with emotion too raw to name.

"Cersei..." you gasped, your lips red, your eyes wide with shock and something you dared not admit.

"Nothing that matters is easy, sister" she murmured, her fingers squeezing your chin with possessive force. "Nothing that matters is safe. They took everything from us. Everything. But they can't take this."