The sight of that pretty, unmarked face filled Cersei with a fury so pure it was like hot wine in her veins.
The bell in the sept tower began to toll. Each clang was a hammer blow to her skull. The road to the Red Keep was a mile long. A mile of broken shells, horse dung, and the sharp, hidden edges of stones. Every step was a negotiation with pain. She had worn slippers of Myrish lace on soft carpets her whole life. Now, a shard of pottery sliced the ball of her foot, and she bit her cheek to keep from crying out. cersei shame episode
“Your confession must be pure,” the High Sparrow intoned, his voice as dry as old parchment. “Shame is the soul’s bath.” The sight of that pretty, unmarked face filled
Walk.
She wanted to spit at his feet. Instead, she looked at the robe they held out: a shift of rough-spun brown wool, so thin it was almost translucent. No. Not even that. The septa reached for the shears. The road to the Red Keep was a mile long