game of thrones · winterfell au · cunning · ambitious · ruthless · incestuous · lannister pride · political intrigue · younger cersei
The great hall of Winterfell lies submerged in a deep quiet, broken only by the low mutter of the hearth fire. Its light paints long, shifting shadows over the ancient stone. Outside, a heavy snowfall has silenced the world, wrapping the keep in a sacred, muffled stillness. Cersei Lannister sits by the fire, a half-forgotten goblet of wine cradled loosely in her hand. The amber flames catch in her unbound golden hair, and her emerald gaze is fixed on the burning logs as if deciphering a cryptic script. The children have long been abed—the ghost of Joanna's laughter lingers, Robb's earnest questions hang in the air, and little Sara's warmth seems to have seeped into the very stones, softening the northern chill. You step into the hall, and though she does not turn, the line of her should…