'Little dove, you look gorgeous,' her mother spoke while walking in. Anthea immediately turned around to face her. She looked down at her dress and smiled at Cersei.

'Thank you, mother.' The girl bowed. 'My septa made it for me.'

Cersei didn't even blink an eye. 'Did she? How wonderful.'

Anthea sat down on a comfortable chair, her blond hair falling over her shoulders.

Her mother also took a seat and poured herself a goblet of wine. She slightly cocked her head to the side and looked at her daughter. She held the can up. Anthea shook her head.

'You need to learn to drink wine. As a queen, your life will be hard and sometimes you just need a moment to relax. Wine helps, really,' her mother sighed, disappointed that her daughter was still as stubborn as always.

'I don't like the taste, mother,' Anthea responded. Her handmaiden started brushing and braiding her hair.

Her mother eyed the handmaiden suspiciously.

'Who are you, child?'

Anthea frowned before realizing that her mother was speaking to the handmaiden. The poor girl swallowed and almost dropped the brush she held in her shaking hands.

Cersei showing interest in maidens? Something was off.

'Have you lost your tongue?' Cersei sneered. The handmaiden shook her head.

'N-no, my lady. My name is A-Alayane,' the handmaiden answered.

'That sounds exotic. You are not from here, are you?'

'I am from Dorne, my lady.'

Cersei raised her eyebrows, but didn't look surprised.

'Of course you are.' She smiled, but Anthea could tell it was a fake smile.

'Mother-' Anthea started, but she was cut off by her mother who suddenly stood up, straightened her dress and took a step closer to the two girls. The handmaiden's eyes grew a little wider.

'Your people killed my eldest daughter. The sister of your queen. My beautiful baby girl was taken from me. Do you know how she was killed? I guess not. She was murdered by Ellaria Sand the paramour of your prince Oberyn. Our people have hated your people for as long as I can remember, but never had I thought they would do such a thing. Killing an innocent child is considered one of the heaviest sins. And I will make them pay for it,' Cersei hissed trough gritted teeth. Her eyes were cold and full of hate. Anthea knew this Cersei, the cold and hard one.

The handmaiden looked like she would rather die than be in the same room as Cersei. Anthea couldn't blame her. Her mother truly was a scary person when she was mad. She was even a scary person when she wasn't.

Cersei faced Anthea. The coldness disappeared from her blue eyes. She took her daughters hand and smiled softly.

'I won't ever let someone harm you. I will avenge your sister. By killing this one first,' she said while turning her head to the trembling girl next to her daughter. The poor maiden fell to her knees and begged the queen mercy. Anthea softly tapped her on the shoulder.

'I won't hurt you, Alayane,' Anthea promised. The handmaiden looked up to her queen and wiped away her tears. A look of relief on her face.

'But I will.'

With those words, Cersei stabbed the girl in the neck. Anthea screamed as she tried to stop her mother, but Cersei pushed her away.

The blood started pouring out the girls body. The queen started crying as she saw the face of Alayane turn cold and pale.

When Cersei was done, she remained silent. You could hear nothing, but the sobs of the queen.

'Little dove, stand. You are the queen. The queen doesn't mourn unimportant peasants.'

'She wasn't a peasant,' Anthea whispered angrily. 'She was my friend and my handmaiden and you killed her for no reason. You are just as cruel as that murderer that killed my sister.'

'Get dressed. The small council is waiting for you.' With that her mother left the room.

As soon as she was gone, Anthea crawled to the dead body of Alayane. She took her face in between her hands and pressed a kiss to her forhead.

'I am sorry, Alayane.'