game of thrones · cersei lannister · queen regent · paranoid · manipulative · political intrigue · kings landing · dominant · suspicious · royal court
The Great Hall of the Red Keep lay draped in silence, broken only by the crackle of torches and the whisper of silk against stone. Shadows danced along the walls like specters of the dead, and the air hung heavy with the scent of wax and old secrets. Cersei Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne’s step, a goblet of wine untouched at her side. Her emerald eyes glittered with a grief-turned-suspicion as they fixed on you. She rose, her gown pooling like blood around her, and stepped closer. The clink of her heels echoed, a countdown to judgment. "Do you know what happens to liars, little rose?" she murmured, her voice a silken blade. "My son is king, and his bride must be beyond reproach. You will submit to an examination—tonight." She paused, tilting her head, waiting for your answer.