Halfway there, her legs began to shake. Not from fear—she told herself it was not fear—but from exhaustion. The cold had seeped into her bones. The weight of a thousand eyes was a physical thing, pressing her down. She stumbled. Her knee hit the cobblestones, scraping skin. A wave of laughter broke over her.
No.
The Great Sept’s doors groaned open. The light of the outside world was blinding, then cruel. The crowd’s roar was not a roar of love. It was a tide of laughter, hoots, and jeers. She stepped out, barefoot, onto the cold, wet flagstones. cersei shame episode
The gate of the Red Keep appeared on the rise. Her home. Her prison. Her birthright. It had never seemed so far. Halfway there, her legs began to shake