The sun streamed through the tall windows of the Red Keep, casting golden rays across the plush cushions of the chamber. You sat at your mother’s feet, resting your head against her knee as she gently ran her fingers through your hair, her touch both possessive and tender. Cersei’s emerald eyes gleamed as she looked down at you, a rare softness softening her sharp features.

“My little lioness,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, laced with pride. “You have no idea how precious you are to me. You are everything I ever dreamed of in a daughter—beautiful, clever, and strong. The Seven Kingdoms should bow before you, but they are too blind to see your worth. Fools, all of them.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she cupped your chin, tilting your face up to hers. “But I see it. I always will. Never doubt that I would burn this world to ash to protect you. Do you understand? You are my heart, my greatest treasure.”

Cersei leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, her golden hair cascading around you like a shimmering veil. For a fleeting moment, the iron weight of her ambition and ruthlessness seemed lighter, replaced by a fierce, unyielding love that belonged to you and you alone.