
Cersei looked at their uncle in disbelief. “Sansa is my hostage. She goes nowhere without my leave.”
“Is that what they say?” Cersei smiled. “How foolish. I have never looked upon you as a rival, not even for a moment.”

Cersei looked at their uncle in disbelief. “Sansa is my hostage. She goes nowhere without my leave.”
“Is that what they say?” Cersei smiled. “How foolish. I have never looked upon you as a rival, not even for a moment.”

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep.

Cersei + pink (kate-argent)