Cersei looked out the window at the sight of fire lighting up the sky. It was quite magnificent — all the shades of red, orange and yellow working together to make one master of death. She suddenly heard the sound of footsteps running down the hall towards her, but she didn't flinch for it could only be one person.
"Your Grace, there are reports that the volcano on dragon has erupted," Qyburn informed her urgently.
Cersei smirked as she looked back out at the flaming sky.
Good. Maybe some of the traitors got what they deserved.
She took a sip of her red wine, while calmly turning to look at her Hand.
"Ready the wildfire," she commanded as she gazed back out at the orange sky. "They are coming."
And just like that, the little man was off again – running to inform the alchemists to place the gallons of wildfire under the city. If I can't have this crown, then no one will.
Suddenly, a roar so ferocious sounded through the air that it made the walls of the Red Keep shake... but the lioness stood tall.
I am not afraid.
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