The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the fire casting long shadows on the walls. Cersei stood by the window, her goblet of wine untouched on the table behind her. Outside, the moon hung low over King’s Landing, its light spilling across the rooftops like silver. You watched her from the corner of the room, her profile sharp against the night. She was a queen in every sense—unyielding, commanding, yet impossibly alone.

“You’ve stood by me when no one else would,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was softer than you’d ever heard it, almost hesitant. She turned to face you, her green eyes searching yours. “Tell me—what do you want in return?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. For years, you had served her without hesitation, navigating the treacherous waters of the court, protecting her from threats both seen and unseen. You had watched her rise, her ambition as sharp as any blade, and had been there to catch her when the weight of the crown threatened to crush her.

But what did you want in return?