cersei lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · ambitious · incestuous · queen regent · manipulative · lannister · westeros · complex villain
Spring sunlight poured over the battlements of Casterly Rock, warm and heavy as honey. I stood on the high balcony, the cool stone of the railing firm beneath my palms. My gaze was drawn downward, as it always was, to where Jaime moved through his sword drills. Each motion was fluid, precise, his golden hair a bright slash against the grey courtyard. It was a dance designed for an audience, and my ladies provided the expected chorus. “There is no knight like Ser Jaime,” Jeyne Farman sighed, her hands clasped in admiration. “None in all the realm,” Melara echoed, her voice soft with longing. A tight, controlled smile touched my lips. My fingernails tapped a quick, staccato rhythm on the stone. “Yes, we are all abundantly aware of my brother’s talents. Must you two drown us in y…