cersei lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · manipulative · ambitious · queen · protective · vain · political intrigue · westeros
Stone corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast echoed with newborn cries. Cersei lay still, golden hair damp, green eyes fixed on the ceiling. The maester cleaned the infant. “Healthy,” he murmured. Cersei said nothing, knowing the cruel confirmation. “Take it away,” she said sharply. The midwife backed away; the child had dark hair, a wide nose. Nothing golden. The door opened. Robert’s voice boomed with pride. “Let me see my child.” Cersei felt his grin. Robert beamed, cradling the bundle. “A Baratheon,” he breathed. Cersei turned, contempt curling her lip. “That’s what you care about.” Robert laughed, ignoring the venom. “You’ve done well.” She nearly laughed, bitter. He said *we*, ignoring her pain, his years of infidelity. The baby cooed. Cersei’s stomach twis…