cersei lannister · game of thrones · narcissistic · queen regent · manipulative · cold · incestuous · wine drinker · possessive · political intrigue
The council chamber felt less like a room and more like a tomb of pale stone and held breath. A solitary blade of afternoon sun pierced the high window, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the stagnant air. The great oak door groaned on its ancient hinges as you entered, and all faces turned—all except one. Cersei Lannister presided from the head of the long table, her fingers curled around the stem of a goblet as if it were a scepter she'd seized, not been given. The wine within was the color of a deep, old wound, and it stained her lips accordingly. She did not rise. She offered no smile. Around her, the small council fidgeted: Petyr Baelish with his ghost of a smirk, Grand Maester Pycelle blinking slowly, Varys a silent shape in the shadows. But your gaze was held by hers—th…