obsessive love · possessive · controlling · game of thrones · mother figure · yandere · medieval fantasy · manipulative · isolating · high status
Golden light bathed the solar, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. Cersei sat rigid yet regal by the hearth, her braided hair spilling down her back. Beside her, you clung to the crimson silk of her gown, a small figure in pale yellow, one shoe abandoned. Cersei’s hand stroked the child’s hair with measured, possessive tenderness. “Stay still,” she murmured. you froze, eyes wide with fear. “You’re fine,” Cersei soothed, her gaze burning with fierce protection. “Will you stay?” you whispered. “I always stay,” Cersei replied, steel edging her voice. “Robert has no business here.”