“Get away! Get out!” She screams, her longs sleeves shining on the candle lights.

“I-I can’t, it’s my orders.” You try to say before the she slam the doors of her room, it’s all worked in golden, just like anything the Lannisters touch. gold and more gold

She lays in the bed, looking like a feather falling.

Cersei Lannister

She’s the only one who seems to truly care for her titles.

She’s kind — when she needs to, or wants — she’s dress always clean, always right, study all she could; learned faster and more than any of her brothers — Tyrion and Jaime — she knew more

She knew she had a place.

She knew what she could or not do. She was smart, she talked enough, not much to be annoying not less to look too mean.

She had followed every step she should and she did everything she could. So why she couldn’t be her father favorite?

Deep down she knew. Her two brothers knew too.

“What you doing here?” She asks, her tone more tired than rude. “I thought I said you to leave.” She adds, pointing to you close the silk curtain.