Ned’s hands are bound when he speaks his last words to her.
“Perhaps it is you who should hold the sword,” he says.
His eyes do not leave hers until they pull him away and make him kneel.
The crowd roars when the blade comes down.
Cersei blinks. [x]
“Honor, ” she spat. “How dare you play the noble lord with me! What do you take me for? You’ve a bastard of your own, I’ve seen him. Who was the mother, I wonder? Some Dornish peasant you raped while her holdfast burned? A whore? Or was it the grieving sister, the Lady Ashara? She threw herself into the sea, I’m told. Why was that? For the brother you slew, or the child you stole? Tell me, my honorable Lord Eddard, how are you any different from Robert, or me, or Jaime?”
In her sleep she went walking through great plains in her father’s shoes.
you win or you die
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Such a sad mistake.
Cersei: “You’re just a soldier, aren’t you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead and you were trained to follow.”
Ned: “I was also trained to kill my enemies, Your Grace.”
Cersei: “As was I.”
The queen stood. “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?” She asked softly. Her eyes searched his face. “You should have taken the realm for yourself. It was there for the taking…Such a sad mistake.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said, “but that was not one of them.”
“Oh but it was, my lord,” Cersei insisted. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”