Why here? Cersei Lannister asked as she stood over him.
So the gods can see.
She sat beside him on the grass. Her every move was graceful. Her curling blond hair moved in the wind, and her eyes were green as the leaves of summer. It had been a long time since Ned Stark had seen her beauty, but he saw it now. "I know the truth Jon Arryn died for," he told her.
Do you? The queen watched his face, wary as a cat. "Is that why you called me here, Lord Stark? To pose me riddles? Or is it your intent to seize me, as your wife seized my brother?"
If you truly believed that, you would never have come. Ned touched her cheek gently. "Has he done this before?"
Once or twice. She shied away from his hand. "Never on the face before. Jaime would have killed him, even ifit meant his own life." Cersei looked at him defiantly. "My brother is worth a hundred of your friend."
Your brother? Ned said. "Or your lover?"
Both. She did not flinch from the truth. "Since we were children together. And why not? The Targaryens wed brother to sister for three hundred years, to keep the bloodlines pure. And Jaime and I are more than brotherand sister. We are one person in two bodies.