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Starter for @Lion0fLannister - It was the day following Joffrey's funeral and Cersei was refusing to leave chambers. Her emotions were tangled and confused โ€“ along with mourning her son, she felt angry, violatedโ€ฆ It was early in the evening and the sun >

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< was setting over Blackwater Bay. Cersei was sitting at a small, round table sipping from her fourth goblet of wine. Despite several knocks on the door by Pycelle, Qyburn, and her handmaids, Cersei sat silently brooding. Her grief had debilitated her, but >

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< surprisingly, the memory of being violated by her brother the night before was haunting her just as much as the memory of her son choking on his own blood. Still yet, she wanted to see Jaime. She wondered why he'd not stopped to visit - despite what had >

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< gone on between them the night before, the son they shared had died. She wanted him to be there to comfort her, to console herโ€ฆ. But she was still angry. To alleviate her emotional turmoil, she had taken to wine. As the sky darkened, Cerseiโ€™s drunkenness >

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< made her behavior more erratic and heightened her emotions. As she lifted her goblet, she heard yet another knock on the door. โ€œHow many times do I have to tell you that Iโ€™m not coming out!โ€ She shouted bitterly, swallowing another swig of red wine.