Everything Cersei took pride in.
Her beauty, her birth, her power...
All of it was torn to shreds in that moment.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
For the first time, fear surfaced in those deep blue eyes.
He knew.
He actually knew everything!
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Cersei's voice rose in pitch.
It was as though she was using the last of her strength to cling to her pitiful dignity.
"I don't understand!"
"You don't understand?" Lynn laughed.
"Then let's discuss something you do understand."
Lynn kept his voice low, each word stabbing straight into Cersei's heart.
"For instance, that dear cousin of yours, Lancel Lannister."
"What a thoughtful boy. His Majesty was going boar hunting, and he'd already prepared wine three times stronger than usual."
"After all, a drunken king would be just a little slower to react to those tusks, wouldn't he?"
Cersei's pupils contracted sharply, and her breath caught!
Lancel!
She had only ever mentioned this to Lancel!
And she had intended to carry it out that way.
But Ned had kept urging Robert not to hunt, and especially not to drink while hunting, so the plan had failed.
Apparently, this Lynn was the reason behind Ned's warnings!
Lynn gave Cersei no chance to catch her breath.
"And then there's poor Lord Jon Arryn."
"He merely wanted to find a book on the great houses' lineages, and suddenly died of an acute illness."
"His widow, Lady Lysa of the Eyrie, must have been heartbroken, mustn't she?"
"Otherwise, why would she write to her sister Catelyn and insist that the Lannisters had poisoned him?"
"Oh, right. That book Lord Jon Arryn practically wore to pieces is now in Lord Ned's hands."
"The only reason we haven't laid our cards on the table is that we don't want