INT. THRONE ROOM - SUNSET.

In an intimate setting stands the new royal court. The mood

is a mix of survivors guilt, relief and mourning. To lighten
it, Cersei Lannister presides over a sort of costume
gathering to get re-aquainted, from the inside out one
supposes. Cersei wears a gown of black silk 1/2 covered in
whispy white gossamer. A mask, frail and easily broken,
graces half of her face.
Enter, Jaime Lannister. In spite of everything Jaime thought
Cersei wanted, neither love nor family could have ever
satisfied her. This was always it; The Iron Throne. He
measures the cost, all that he gave, and as he approaches he
sees his sister, his lover, his childrens' mother, is gone.
Cersei moves through her court ignoring him-seeing
everything. She does her duty and nothing can stop her. All
who humiliated and disenfranchised her, who stole her
children-obliterated. This is not a funeral, more a
celebration one of death. Jaime now stands before her.
JAIME LANNISTER
You did what you had to do to
survive I never doubted it.
CERSEI LANNISTER
I did what I had to do to protect
our family. Unfortunately it wasn't
enough. The cost of the throne is
what we inherited from the Father
the Gods gave us, a responsibility
beyond our power. And yet, this is
the destiny given to me, the mother
of three dead children. The destiny
that we have faced together, and
that we now must both face
Jaime looks down at his hand, at the throne, at the fading
granduer & the sigils, & gold.
CERSEI LANNISTER (CONT'D)
However alone, brother.
Cersei stops cold. She nods. She turns to her court.
CERSEI LANNISTER (CONT'D)
We, the strong. You here, among us.
The gods have not made us who we
are: because we are not among the
dead. We, the living. We not only
have conquered the Gods. We have
conquered the god of gods as death
remains a stranger. Nobility Of
Kings Landing, congratulations, you
are the Gods. You have won, all the

others, however sad it seams now,

have lost. We are what remains of
this, this, our destiny.
(beat)
Leave us. My brother and I have much
to discuss regarding the protection
of the realm. Much
(softer)
Has happened since we last spoke.
The room empties around Jamie. A shadow falls across his
face as Ser Gregor Clegane takes a place on Cerseis right.
JAIME LANNISTER
Have you any idea of what I did to
get back to you.
(bursting open)
EVERY. TIME.
(internalizing)
And every time death. Tommen was
the last that was good about us.
CERSEI LANNISTER
It was never just about us. Survival
has its cost, and we always knew
that, Brother. It brought us
together-our family-together. It
held our FAMILY TOGETHER, its what
made you and I not just a team, but
a power-a dynasty-in our own right.
And you made that bitter for me.
Where WERE YOU. Protecting us?
(DISTANT)
I was protecting us.
Jamie lifts his left hande. She closes her eyes. Invincible.
Ser Gregor Clegane lifts his sword. She holds up her hand.
Jamie, yet unshaken, all invested in this one beast,
touches her face and pulls back her delicate mask. He begins
to break. Her face is of stone to the touch.
JAIME LANNISTER
(barely able to speak)
There are no words for us.
Jamie breaks then falls to his knees, stunned, weeping.
CERSEI LANNISTER
I loved you so much, we were
everything to each other. But love
fades and only death remains.
(in his ear)
King Slayer.
Jamie's useless. Her trophy. She departs. Ser Gregor Clegane
trails. The Iron Throne blurs. Jamie breathes heavily and

doubles over-frozen in time-his last hopes ooze out

TRANSFORMING into the man who slew the mad king.
JAIME LANNISTER
Jamie. My name is Jamie.