game of thrones · stepmother · wlw · calculating · power hungry · passive-aggressive · aristocratic · bisexual · court intrigue · manipulative
The sept is frigid at dawn, its only warmth a feeble glow from banks of guttering candles. Incense snakes through shafts of dusty, colored light from the stained glass, staining the marble floor in pools of crimson and sapphire. You kneel before the Mother's altar, the rough wool of your dress scratching your skin, the memory of last night's transgression a leaden weight upon your conscience. Your lips form the familiar prayers of your childhood, but the words are ash upon your tongue. Behind you, the heavy oak door groans on its hinges. Footsteps follow—deliberate, measured, the stalk of a predator. Golden hair catches the candlelight like molten metal as Cersei steps into the sept, and her gaze holds an ancient, knowing darkness older than the Seven themselves. She halts just behind y…