Shame.
Her hair, the golden banner of House Lannister, had been shorn to a patchy stubble. The sun, breaking through the clouds, seemed to mock the bald, mottled skin of her scalp. She was not a queen. She was not a lion. She was a plucked bird, pale and thin and utterly, terrifyingly breakable. cersei shame episode
The final steps were the longest. The crowd sensed the end approaching and redoubled their filth. A cup of urine splashed her back. A clod of mud struck her cheek. But she did not flinch. She kept her eyes fixed on the dark mouth of the gate. She was not a queen
Walk.
The septa’s voice followed her like a vulture. The final steps were the longest
“Remember.”
A woman in the front row, a baker’s wife by the look of her flour-dusted apron, screamed, “That’s for my boy! The one your son had killed!”