Since the time he could walk, his left arm had been his shield arm, no more.
"Dry those tears, little one. Have you ever seen a lion weep?”
#i hate the way you talk to me #and the way you cut your hair #i hate the way you ride your horse #i hate it when you stare #i hate your big dumb golden hand #and the way you read my mind #i hate you so much it makes me sick #it even makes me rhyme #i hate the way you’re always right #i hate it when you lie #i hate it when you make me laugh #even worse when you make me cry #i hate it when you’re not around #and the fact that you burned my call
#but mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you
#not even close #not even a bit #not even at all
Ser Kevan remembered the girl she once had been, so full of life and mischief. And when she’d flowered, ahhhh … had there ever been a maid so sweet to look upon? If Aerys had agreed to marry her to Rhaegar, how many deaths might have been avoided? Cersei could have given the prince the sons he wanted, lions with purple eyes and silver manes … & with such a wife, Rhaegar might never have looked twice at Lyanna Stark.
"I believe at her core she is very frightened and paranoid. She’s a fucking gambler. I always feel she’s carrying water in a basket with holes in it." (Lena Headey on Cersei Lannister)
cersei lannister + internet
The stories fairytales don’t tell (via meisterful)
"If she had only married Rhaegar as the gods intended, he would never have looked twice at the wolf girl. Rhaegar would be our king today and I would be his queen, the mother of his sons. She had never forgiven Robert for killing him. But then, lions were not good at forgiving.”
—Cersei Lannister, A Feast for Crows
the lion’s roar
and hair grows back