The Lioness Queen had a short fuse, not caring for these children much. Yet when the two boys came out silently, displaying Jaimes looks, she felt her rage boil more. This was just the beginning. Then the daughter came out, a mouthy young thing. “Who are you? I’ve never met you. Mom never mentioned any friends; how did she know you?” Cersei let out an annoyed laugh. “How dreadful.” She said, shaking her head. “What was our grandfather’s name?” Her smile faded to a grimmer one. “Fine.” She spoke, lowering her head to the girl. “I’m your aunt, your father is my brother. He wishes to see you, and I spoke with your mother who wants you to come with me to meet him. Now.” She said shortly.

As she looked to meet the gaze of the girl, she glanced at the two boys. “He will be thrilled to see you, I'm sure.” She flattened her ears, her head rising as she glanced away from the three for a moment. This child would surely put up a fight, but if she didn’t either she didn’t care. She quickly picked her up by the scruff, nodding her head to the two boys. “Come with me, you two.” She said shortly, before turning and trotting toward home . . . These three would be her leverage on Jaime.