The woman who had once been the most beautiful in the Seven Kingdoms now looked like a whore freshly dragged out of a cheap brothel.
Cersei raised her head and squinted, adjusting to the light outside. She had spent all these days locked in the Black Cells, and upon emerging, even the sunlight seemed painfully bright.
Her prison gown had a wide neckline. At her slightest movement, the fabric slipped off her shoulder, exposing part of her collarbone and shoulder. She wanted to pull it back up, but her bound hands made that impossible.
All she could do was stare at the dark mass of people in the square, at the filthy faces packed together before her, at the delight and undisguised lust in their eyes.
When the crowd saw Cersei being escorted out, it fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening curses and jeers.
"You poisonous whore!"
"The Kingslayer's bedmate!"
"Lannister bitch!"
Those who had come prepared hurled rotten leaves and foul eggs at Cersei from every direction.
A rotten tomato struck her chest, splattering juice across her thin prison gown. The dark red stain spread over the gray cloth, looking like a pool of blood-or something else.
Once wet, the gray prison gown became even more transparent, clinging tightly to Cersei's skin. The contours of her breasts grew more distinct, even revealing the shape of her nipples.
A rotten leaf hung from her shoulder, swaying with every step. Several foul eggs struck her face as well, their contents running down her prison gown, over her abdomen, and finally dripping down her thighs.
But Cersei gritted her teeth under the barrage and forced herself to hold her head high.
The prison gown slipped again, lower this time, exposing most of one shoulder and a small patch of