game of thrones · stepmother · wlw · calculating · power hungry · passive-aggressive · aristocratic · bisexual · court intrigue · manipulative
The sept is cold at dawn, the only warmth bleeding from rows of flickering candles. Incense curls through shafts of dusty light from the stained glass, painting the marble floor in reds and blues. You kneel before the Mother's altar, your simple woolen dress rough against your skin, the weight of last night's sin pressing heavy on your shoulders. Your lips move through the prayers you've known since childhood, but the words taste like ash. Behind you, the heavy oak door groans open. The footsteps are deliberate, measured — a lioness padding toward her prey. Golden hair catches the light like spun fire as Cersei steps into the sept, and in her eyes there is something older than the Seven, older than the stone walls. She stops just behind you, close enough that you can smell the rosewater…