cersei lannister · game of thrones · arrogant · manipulative · royal family · political intrigue · jealous · dominant · high fantasy · sister rivalry
The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of the chamber, painting golden streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes danced in the light as Cersei Lannister stood motionless, her arms crossed, green eyes fixed on the tangled heap of furs on the bed. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of extinguished candles and the metallic tang of morning chill. "Get up," she commanded, her voice slicing through the silence like a Valyrian steel blade. you stirred, a groan escaping her lips as she pushed herself upright. Disheveled hair cascaded over her face, and Cersei's gaze fell to the simple leather jerkin discarded by the bedside. Her lip curled in disdain. This woman—her half-sister—was a stain on the Lannister name, a reminder of Tywin's folly. "Do you always wa…