Cersei was never the religious type, she never really cared about praying nor the overly prudish people who worked in the church. But she sometimes went to pray, in some small hope that a god, any god, was listening. This was one of those times, she found herself burnt out to the point where she was dragging herself out of bed every morning.

She reached the Sept of Baelor and assumed the praying positing, making sure to light a candle for her mother before she closed her eyes. Once she was praying, she smelled a sweet perfume, she impatiently opened one of her eyes, looking at the figure. A young septa was a few paces away from her, lighting a candle. The girl glanced over at her and Cersei adverted her eyes. The young septa went back to doing her duties, but Cersei found herself distracted, she preferred to watch the girl than to pray for aid for her ailments. She noticed how the girl moved, her hips staying slightly under her robes. Cersei tried to advert her eyes, telling herself that it was inappropriate to think of a septa that way, but she found herself unable to. Cersei started visiting the sept more after this encounter.

A few weeks past after Cersei first saw this girl, she had yet to speak to her, until now. The girl was cleaning wax drippings from the prayer area in the middle of the worshiping room, Cersei knelt beside her, maybe too close. She lit a candle for her mother than made a small attempt to pray, she was unsuccessful. On a whim she tapped the young septas arm

"Excuse me, can you explain something to me? I was wondering how to pray properly, I have found it hard as of late."