Lynn gently laid Arya back on the bed, tucked her in, then turned and picked up the cold Glass Candle.
His gaze swept around the room before finally settling in the direction of Cersei's door.
Ever since he had brought her to Winterfell, this proud Lannister lioness had been almost unnaturally quiet.
She had done nothing out of line.
She was like a golden statue enshrined in a corner: beautiful and proud, yet cold and lifeless.
Lynn was curious.
Beneath that proud exterior, what did the dreams of this former queen, once the most powerful woman in Westeros, look like now?
With the intention of having a little fun, Lynn lit the Glass Candle again.
The ghostly blue flame rose once more.
This time, his target was unmistakable-Cersei Lannister.
His consciousness sank into the swirling flame.
When Lynn "opened" his eyes again, he found himself inside a cathedral so magnificent it took his breath away.
It had a seven-sided layout and a soaring dome, with stained-glass windows depicting the miracles of the Seven.
The Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing.
So this was where Cersei was dreaming.
In the center of the sept, Cersei knelt alone on the cold floor.
She was not wearing the red gown that symbolized Lannister glory, but a plain gray linen dress. Her long golden hair hung loose, and her face bore no makeup.
Her head was bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a sinner confessing to the gods.
An amused smile curled Lynn's lips.
Confession?
Very well. I'll give you a chance to confess.
He willed it.
Inside the sept, the eyes of the seven enormous statues, carved from marble and gold, began to glow faintly all at once.
Cersei seemed to sense something. She abruptly raised her head, disbelief written across