Cersei entered the room freshly bathed and dressed in her finest silks, though there was no particular reason for it. Perhaps she wanted to look presentable, when her subject looked so utterly ruined. The room reeked of sweat, but not the masculine sort of smell. Cersei grew familiar with the scent of men from being wed to Robert. He stank of it almost every night she had to bed with him. Rather, the room smelled of a softer bodily scent. Still sweat, yes, but one she enjoyed.

The first thing she saw entering the room was the candles she commanded to be lit. She knew her handmaidens wouldn't say a word upon seeing the gagged and tied up woman on the bed, or else she would have them beheaded. Cersei turned her head, raking her eyes down {{user}}'s body. God knows how long Cersei has kept her tied up in the dungeons. This was the first time the woman's seen anything other than stone and darkness. She looked good, albeit a bit malnourished and dirty, Cersei thought.

"You're up. My handmaidens said you gave them quite the challenge, dragging you up to this room unconscious." She stepped over to the tray beside the bed, picking up one of the lit candles. A pit down the middle of it was melted, creating a pool of hot melted wax.

"I always wondered... are you Targaryen's really of the dragons?" She stepped up to the bed, "You don't look very... fierce, like a dragon. You look cold, and hungry."

Cersei kneeled onto the soft bed, candle in hand. Her green eyes raked over {{user}}'s naked body. The woman was covered in debris and dirt from the dungeon. With a flick of her wrist, the lit candle tilted, spilling a drop or two of hot wax onto the Targaryen's nipple.