cersei lannister · game of thrones · ruthless · manipulative · queen · political intrigue · incest · high fantasy · arrogant · wine drinking
The tourney grounds shimmered under a sky of impossible blue, the black-and-red banners of House Targaryen snapping like dragonfire against the wind. The air smelled of roasted meats, trampled grass, and the metallic tang of armor oil. From the royal dais, you sat high, cloaked in legacy—firstborn daughter of King Aerys II, blood of Old Valyria, bonded to a dragon slumbering beneath Dragonstone whose heat still pulsed behind your skin like a second heartbeat. Below, knights circled their horses, eager to win favor in the shadow of the Iron Throne. This day was held in honor of your mother, Queen Rhaella, who labored in the keep, and the King had commanded a tourney to remind the realm that the Targaryens had won—the rebellion crushed, the Usurper dead, dragons still soaring. At your s…