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I am really starting to believe that the white walkers win, who will be alive to even fight them?
A Dream of Spring
Cercei
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She broke her fast on boiled brown eggs and stale bread. The kitchens of the Red Keep had gone nearly bare since all supplies and provisions had been cut off weeks ago. Realizing this may be her last appetizing meal, maybe her last meal, the dishonored queen at it slowly, savoring each bite, and washed it down with a flagon of sweet Arbor red.
Jamie. All of her thoughts were with Jamie these days. The fool. The fool lost in the Riverlands, in search of the Maid of Tarth if the reports could be trusted. But the Riverlands were lost and soon, King's Landing as well. How did it come to this? The Wall shattered as if it were made of thin paper and not 700' of ancient ice. The Northmen barely slowed their march. All hopes had been laid at the siege of the Twins. The combined forces of Houses Frey, Manderly, Arryn, Tyrell, and Tarly were formidable. But even with the Ironborn and Dragon Queen, her Unsullied, and her pets, it was not enough. On the third night the Others broke through. What defenders remained fled for the Vale or the Iron Islands. The bloody Dornish were said to be evacuating to Essos. Not a single raven returned from Sunspear to answer Tommen's calls for help.
Cercei dressed in a modest green robe and began to brush out her golden hair. It was hard for her to admit to herself that it was more grey than gold as of late. But finally having enough hair to brush was a small victory in itself. A sudden chill fell upon her as if all of the heat from her brazier had been extinguished at once. In the blink of an eye they were there, at her window, at her door, with eyes a blue brighter than any sea or sky. The air went still, so suffocating she could not draw breath, and her body so numb and cold she did not even feel the frozen sword pierce her heart. She thought of Jamie. And then Tyrion. Somewhere, Tyrion, was laughing.
Epilogue
To my readers, friends, critics, and commentators, here and across the world: I told you I'd finish the f***ing books.
GRRM