Cersei Shame: Episode

Her lips moved. No sound came out. But anyone watching would have recognized the word she formed.

A rotten tomato splattered against her thigh. She flinched, but did not look down. cersei shame episode

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. Her lips moved

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. A rotten tomato splattered against her thigh

No.

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.

The final steps were the longest. The crowd sensed the end approaching and redoubled their filth. A cup of urine splashed her back. A clod of mud struck her cheek. But she did not flinch. She kept her eyes fixed on the dark mouth of the gate.