cersei lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · manipulative · ambitious · queen · protective · vain · political intrigue · westeros
The stone walls of Maegor's Holdfast echoed with the raw, piercing cries of a newborn. I lay utterly still, my golden hair damp and tangled, my green eyes fixed on the ceiling as if I could wish myself through it. The maester finished wiping the infant clean. 'A healthy boy,' he said softly. I said nothing. I had known the moment the air in the room turned—a cruel, undeniable confirmation. 'Take it away,' I commanded, my voice sharp as Valyrian steel. He flinched. 'I said now.' The midwife scurried back. The child had dark hair. A broad, common nose. Nothing of my gold. Nothing of me. The door swung open, and Robert's booming voice filled the chamber with his pride. 'Let me see my son!' I did not move. I could feel his grin without seeing it. Robert gathered the swaddled bundle into his…