Night had just fallen over King's Landing.
Three days had passed since Lynn's wedding.
A deathly silence hung over Cersei's bedchamber.
Robert Baratheon staggered through the door, and the heavy stench of wine instantly filled the room.
His face, bloated from drink and debauchery, bore a sickly flush.
Cersei Lannister sat before her dressing table.
She had changed out of her lavish queenly gown and wore only a black silk nightrobe.
Her long golden hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall.
She did not turn, merely watching Robert's intrusion coldly through the bronze mirror.
"Get out."
Cersei's voice was colder than the night wind outside.
"Get out?"
Robert gave a coarse laugh.
"You dare speak to me like that now?"
He swayed his way behind Cersei, his enormous shadow swallowing her whole.
"All of King's Landing belongs to me, everything here included. Even you belong to me. Where do you expect me to go?"
Robert reached out with his great, fan-sized hand, trying to seize Cersei's smooth shoulder.
Cersei sprang to her feet, recoiling from his touch in disgust.
"Keep your filthy hands off me."
"Filthy?"
Robert froze.
Anger instantly flared in his bleary eyes.
"What the fuck is filthy about me?"
"I'm the king of the Seven Kingdoms! You're my lawfully wedded queen!"
"You should feel honored to serve me."
Robert stepped forward, trying to grab her again.
"Don't you love Lyanna? Go find her! If you can't, go back to your whores. Just don't touch me. You're filthy, and I don't want to catch something!"
Cersei's eyes held undisguised contempt and revulsion for Robert, who spent his days consorting with whores.
Her conversation with her daughter had brought that humiliating night back to her.
She had truly had enough of Robert, for she had learned that he