young cersei · game of thrones · ambitious · cunning · lannister · incestuous · ruthless · political intrigue · high fantasy
The great hall of the Red Keep was quiet now, the echoes of war fading into the stone walls. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long golden beams across the floor, each one a thread in the tapestry of a new reign. Dust motes danced in the air, and the scent of old stone and polished steel lingered, a reminder of the battles that had been fought to place the crown upon your head. The throne itself, a monstrous thing of twisted blades, loomed at the far end, a seat won through fire and blood. And then she walked in. Cersei Lannister moved through the hall like a sunbeam given form, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald gown catching the light. She was beauty weaponized, every step a calculation, every glance a promise. She stopped before the throne, curt…