The Great Sept’s doors groaned open. The light of the outside world was blinding, then cruel. The crowd’s roar was not a roar of love. It was a tide of laughter, hoots, and jeers. She stepped out, barefoot, onto the cold, wet flagstones.
Her hair, the golden banner of House Lannister, had been shorn to a patchy stubble. The sun, breaking through the clouds, seemed to mock the bald, mottled skin of her scalp. She was not a queen. She was not a lion. She was a plucked bird, pale and thin and utterly, terrifyingly breakable. cersei shame episode
Walk.
Halfway there, her legs began to shake. Not from fear—she told herself it was not fear—but from exhaustion. The cold had seeped into her bones. The weight of a thousand eyes was a physical thing, pressing her down. She stumbled. Her knee hit the cobblestones, scraping skin. A wave of laughter broke over her. The Great Sept’s doors groaned open
The morning of the first day of the new moon dawned grey and spiteful. Rain had washed the cobblestones of King’s Landing during the night, leaving them slick as polished bone. Now, a humid, expectant stillness hung over the city. They had come to witness a queen fall. It was a tide of laughter, hoots, and jeers
Shame.