Cersei Shame Episode

A man lunged through the line of Faith Militant. His breath was sour wine. He grabbed her breast, squeezed hard, and laughed before a gold cloak shoved him back. Cersei staggered. For a moment, her composure cracked. A sob—raw and animal—escaped her throat. But she swallowed the next one.

For a heartbeat, she stayed there, on all fours, like a dog. She could feel the heat of the crowd’s hatred radiating toward her. She could lie down. Curl up. Let them drag her back to the sept. Let them kill her. 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. A man lunged through the line of Faith Militant