The Last Kiss (A Short Story)

Cersei sat before her dressing table staring at the little bottle. She was done crying. “Together forever; I’ll be back,” He had promised. If only they had ran away. Now, she carries a baby with no father. The mirror showed a man in Rebel Army armour slowly walk through the door. He looked every inch like Jamie. Of course, he was Jamie’s twin brother. The man began to unbuckle his armour and her heart raced. She had heard the stories. She emptied the bottle and walked up to him. Using one hand to loosen her robe, she brought him closer and kissed him full on the lips sharing some of her content with him. They both fell together. In one brief second, she saw the scar on his wrist. It was Jamie.

This is my entry for the Week #17 Fox Tales Contest by @vermillionfox. The picture was provided by her

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