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She walks naked through the city, shorn of crown and hair, the weight of her sins on display for every jeering face. When the smallfolk call her slut and whore, Cersei’s hand drifts to her breast, then lower, finger sliding inside as she falls to all fours. By the time she crawls through the Red Keep’s gates, she’s already praying for the next time they make her beg.