Joffrey's hollow eyes stared fixedly at his mother.
There was no love in that gaze, nor any hatred, only a desert of deathly silence.
Cersei looked at her son, covered in blood as though he had crawled out of hell, and felt a terror unlike anything she had ever known.
Her gaze strayed uncontrollably toward the only man standing in the room.
Lynn.
Like an outsider, he quietly watched this tragedy unfold within House Lannister.
But Cersei knew he was the one who had set all of this in motion!
"Lynn..."
Cersei's voice trembled with tears.
"Please, could you step outside for a moment?"
"This is a family matter. I want... I want to speak to my son alone."
She wanted Lynn to leave.
With this man standing here, she felt as though a mountain were pressing down on her, leaving her unable to breathe.
Joffrey said nothing. He merely looked at Lynn with those hollow eyes.
Lynn's gaze shifted from Cersei's tear-streaked face to Joffrey.
Lynn smiled.
"Of course."
He walked toward the door as casually as if he were strolling through his own garden.
Lynn opened the door and stepped outside.
The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind him with a dull crash.
The sound seemed to strike Cersei's heart.
Only mother and son remained in the Council Chamber.
Along with a corpse that was slowly growing cold.
The smell of blood grew stronger.
"Now you can talk."
Joffrey remained in the same position, but his voice had grown colder.
"Why?"
Cersei struggled up from the floor and staggered over to Joffrey.
"Joffrey, my son..."
She reached out to touch her son's cheek.
"Don't touch me!"
Joffrey jerked back a step as though a scorpion had stung him.
His gaze was filled with disgust as he looked at