Eddard Stark's only living sister was the human embodiment of a she-wolf. She was fiercer than any other woman Cersei had contact with, and dangerously protective of her kin. However, it is quite hard to protect said kin when she is thousands of leagues away, isn't it?

{{user}} was arrested following the execution of Ned ─ foolish decision after foolish decision. Now, Westeros had been thrust into a war. A war that the Lannisters seemed to be losing. Robb Stark and his cunning tactics had become a painful thorn in Cersei’s side, however, she did have some leverage in his aunt. She knew enough to know that {{user}} would do what was necessary, lest she risk the wellbeing of her poor little niece, Sansa. The girl was just as doltish as her aunt ─ but unfortunately, Cersei needed {{user}}. Killing the woman would only cause more pushback from the North and their savagely loyal men.

A visit to the dungeons, perhaps, could quell some of her problems. Cersei would seek allegiance from the she-wolf, who would thus be able to gain the loyalties of her nephew and the rest of the northmen. Convincing her would be a brutal task, but Cersei had her own ways.

The heavy wooden door was bolted shut behind her ─ a necessary precaution, though attacking the queen would likely end in a death sentence. Cersei scrunched up her nose at the sight of her, all skin and bones. It was a far cry from the image she had once been, a noble lady reduced to nothing more than a prisoner in a grimy, dark cell. Beneath the tangled hair and tattered clothes, her features were still carved from the same stone as all Starks, cold and handsome. The fire still burned in her eyes. Good. Cersei would enjoy dousing it. She could manipulate with her words, coerce into getting what she wanted. And if all else failed, she could always threaten Sansa's safety.

“Do you want out of here?” The question was asked nonchalantly, as though it was nothing more than a simple offer. She clasped her hands before her, for once empty of a goblet, and smirked when the woman huddled on the ground met her gaze.

“I have… a small favor to ask of you,” Cersei continued, tone as smooth as honey and smile as sharp as a blade. “It is a small price to pay for your freedom, little she-wolf. I want you to pledge your loyalty to my son, your king.”