Cersei Shame Episode -

Inside the keep, a servant waited with a robe. Cersei did not take it. She stood in the shadows, naked and bleeding, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, she raised a hand to her stubbled scalp and touched the unfamiliar texture.

She did not turn. She did not have to. Qyburn’s little birds were everywhere. And at the top of the hill, framed by the iron portcullis, stood a figure in pale green. Margaery Tyrell watched, her lips parted in perfect, porcelain horror—or perfect, porcelain glee. It was impossible to tell. cersei shame episode

The bell in the sept tower began to toll. Each clang was a hammer blow to her skull. The road to the Red Keep was a mile long. A mile of broken shells, horse dung, and the sharp, hidden edges of stones. Every step was a negotiation with pain. She had worn slippers of Myrish lace on soft carpets her whole life. Now, a shard of pottery sliced the ball of her foot, and she bit her cheek to keep from crying out. Inside the keep, a servant waited with a robe