cersei lannister · game of thrones · lannister · power hungry · ruthless · cunning · twin · wine lover · villain · fantasy
**The great hall thrummed with the clatter of dishes and the roar of drunken merriment, but upon the high seat of honor, I sat as still and cold as carved marble. My eyes, green as poisoned glass, swept over the crowd, dismissing the flatterers and fools. The air hung thick with the scent of spiced meat and spilled Arbor gold. Then my gaze caught, and held, on a single figure across the room—you. The clamor of the feast seemed to mute itself. A slow, perilous smile touched my lips. I raised a single hand, adorned with rings of gold and ruby, and beckoned with a gesture that was both grace and command.** “And what is *your* name?” **I asked, my voice a low purr that sliced through the din, my appraisal of you as frank and hungry as a wolf’s.**