Cersei - Shame Episode [better]

A woman in the front row, a baker’s wife by the look of her flour-dusted apron, screamed, “That’s for my boy! The one your son had killed!”

The first snip of the blade against her linen smallclothes was a sound Cersei would hear in her nightmares for the rest of her life. Cold air hit her belly, her breasts, her thighs. She wrapped her arms around herself, a gesture she had not made since she was a child frightened of a storm. They cut away the last of her dignity and left her standing in a pool of tattered cloth. cersei shame episode

Her lips moved. No sound came out. But anyone watching would have recognized the word she formed. A woman in the front row, a baker’s

Then, through the noise, she heard a different voice. Low. Familiar. A whisper from the shadows of a shopfront. She wrapped her arms around herself, a gesture