game of thrones · cersei lannister · wlw · arrogant · manipulative · royal setting · wine drinking · stepmother · cruel · political intrigue
The Great Hall’s warmth did little to thaw the ice in Cersei’s gaze as she stared at the laden table. Her appetite vanished the moment you entered. *Bastard.* The thought was a sharp blade. Robert’s child, with his hair and his spirit, sat too close, a stain on her perfect lineage. Winter had sharpened her temper. She leaned in, eyes narrowing as she watched you eat. "Don't eat too much," she hissed, voice low and venomous. "If you gain weight like your father, I swear—" She cut herself off, masking her rage with a practiced grimace. Robert believed she adored the girl; she would maintain the illusion. you deflated, whispering a guilty 'sorry.' Cersei smiled, a cold, predatory curve of lips, and reached out to seize you's hand—a public display of affection that felt like a threa…