Cersei raised her head, looking at the man riding the dragon and the young, beautiful girls gathered around him.
Liana, Sansa, Margaery...
Every one of them was younger than her, more innocent than her.
She had thought she was already the one he had discarded.
She had thought that, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a tool for satisfying his desires whenever he pleased. Whenever Lynn wanted her, she had to give herself to him.
A... trophy taken from House Lannister...
She had even prepared herself.
Once Lynn left, once Stannis's army breached King's Landing.
She would put on her finest clothes, drink the deadliest poison, and die in King's Landing with the last of her dignity.
But he...
He had actually called for her?
Even as he was about to leave, he still remembered her?
An indescribable ache surged from the depths of Cersei's heart, sweeping away every last one of her defenses.
She was no queen with a heart of stone.
She was only a woman, too.
A woman who longed to be loved, to be cared about.
Tears spilled uncontrollably from her green eyes.
She raised a hand over her mouth, trying not to cry aloud.
But her muffled sobs still escaped between her fingers.
On the dragon's back, the girls watched her with complicated expressions.
Lynn frowned.
What the hell?
All I did was say something. Why was she crying?
He certainly hadn't called Cersei over because of some bullshit love.
He simply thought leaving her would be a hassle.
If he left Cersei here, that madman Stannis would torture her in the cruelest ways imaginable once he stormed the city.
When word got out, what would people think of him?
Cersei wasn't exactly his woman, but they had slept together a few times.