If the lords of the Seven Kingdoms grew accustomed to Queen Cersei’s r u l e, it would be that much easier for them to bend their knees to Queen Myrcella.
Ned produced Robert’s letter. “Lord Varys, be so kind as to show this to my lady of Lannister.” The eunuch carried the letter to Cersei. The queen glanced at the words. “Protector of the Realm,” she read. “Is this meant to be your shield, my lord? A piece of paper?” She ripped the letter in half, ripped the halves in quarters, and let the pieces flutter to the floor.
"The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine."
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden
There was a time when a woman like Cersei would have been called possessed by the devil. She would have been exorcised to cast out the evil spirit, and if after many trials that did not work, she would have been burned as a witch for the good of the community. The one thing that may not be forgiven a witch is her ability to distress people, to make them restless and uneasy and even envious.
At seventeen, sitting in the front pew, Cersei held her twin brother’s hand as the reverend looked pointedly at her and asked, “Are monsters born in the world to human parents? If a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?” The reverend thought himself an educated man; he did not understand. Jaime will go to Stanford and join the army and travel the world, and I will smile and fill my dance card and drink punch. He is father’s heir and I am to be sold to some stranger. Her grip tightened painfully, nails digging into flesh, but Jaime did not pull away. That would not come until later.
"You look as innocent as an angel," the same reverend whispered as he placed her hand in Robert Baratheon’s the following spring. Cersei beamed. I fucked Jaime this morning. Her smile died when she saw the look on Jaime’s face….
ASOIAF retold as classic literature
↳Jaime & Cersei in East of Eden
Cersei ± wine (Requested by anonymous.)
Do I need to lie to make my way in life?
«Lord Tywin was a great man, an extraordinary man. We shall never see his like again, I fear». You are looking at his like, fool, Cersei thought. It is his daughter standing here before you.
She dreamt she sat on the Iron Throne, high above them all - Cersei Lannister