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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 18:26:09 GMT
she is a lioness They told her the godswood was where she prayed.
Cersei did not believe it. The godswood was where she conspired, she thought of Sansa. She stood alone at platform that raised above the godswood, where one could see almost all of it. The wind tussled her long, golden locks, and kissed her skin every so lightly. She wore a long black gown, made of YiTish silk and trimmed with golden velet. Mourning colors.
She would have never believed it, but she supposed the woman was a true witch. Maggie the Frog, they called her. Cersei had visited her with Melara, out of daring, but it morphed into a cold knife in her back. If she was truthful, the woman's demeanor frightened Cersei, but Cersei had always loved fear, and what it did with people. She was never a calm lady, alway seeking thirll. Just like Jaime.
And so here she stood. Her face was reddened with tears, and her nose running. Joffrey had died, in front of her. She suspected Sansa, of course. She happened to leave the day Joff died. But she was sure there was more involved in with it. That little monster, him and his foolish bride, she thought, they both had reason to kill my boy...my baby boy.
In a flash of bright silken butterflies, Cersei turned to take a seat at the table. It was a beatiful thing, fit for a Queen. She had her wine set about it. Arbor red, Myrish green nectar, and a queer Braavosi mix that could make one forget even the deepest of regrets...Cersei poured into the goblet, and drank deep. The wine went straight to her head, but luckily she was sat, or one could never know the lightheadedness Cersei felt. It emboldened her, but it also made the pain numb. She took another drink, but of the soft Arbor, sweet red trickling down her mouth. Nobody was here to watch, so what did it matter? Except that fat eunuch, who prances about the castle... She thought of Margaery and her regal beauty, and immediately wiped the wine away from her mouth on the handkerchief. I am the queen...
The wine helped her remember that Tyrion would still have his trial. He'd be dead soon, she'd make sure of it. notes ?
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