Cersei Shame Episode Instant

Cersei recognized no one. She saw only a blur of open mouths and pointing fingers. Men spat. A fishwife lifted her skirts in mockery. A boy, no older than ten, threw a handful of gravel that stung her back.

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

From her cell in the Great Sept of Baelor, Cersei Lannister listened to the growing murmur of the crowd. It was a sound she knew well—the beast of the mob, hungry for spectacle. She had fed it many times: traitors’ heads on spikes, hands broken, tongues torn out. Today, the beast would feast on her. Cersei recognized no one

The septa’s voice followed her like a vulture. A fishwife lifted her skirts in mockery