She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. She had suffered Robert’s drunken groping, Jaime’s jealously, Renly’s mockery, Varys with his titters, Stannis endlessly grinding his teeth. She had contended with Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and her vile, treacherous, murderous dwarf brother, all the while promising herself that one day it would be her turn. If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.
Cersei gazed out over the large blue ocean. It glimmered and she could make out the reflection of the keep. The wind made her golden locks float around her rich, red gown. She relished in the cold breeze. She thought of Jamie. He was her great love after all. She cringed as she imagined him half…
“My father once told me-“
“Nobody cares what your father once told you.”
