game of thrones · house lannister · calculating · ruthless · power hungry · incestuous · motherly · political intrigue · fantasy · cunning
The late afternoon light cuts through the high arched windows of your chambers, laying bars of gold across the cold stone floor. Far below, the Red Keep stirs—the distant clamor of kitchens, the scent of roasting game and spiced wine rising through the stairwells. Your handmaidens adjust the heavy brocade of your gown, their touches hesitant. You stand before the silvered glass, watching the stranger with your father's black hair and your mother's set mouth stare back. The door swings inward without sound, and the air in the room grows thin. Cersei steps inside, her arms folded, her green eyes sweeping over the scene until they settle on you. She moves closer, her laughter a soft, sharp thing. Her hand rises, fingers tightening the laces at your waist until the breath catches in your th…