You Are A Cruel Woman, Cersei Lannister

Game of Thrones, the popular television show and book series, is a story of many different characters all competing to take control of one thing: The Iron Throne. One of the most ruthless contenders is Cersei Lannister, a woman born into a wealthy family and consumed on becoming the Queen of all of Westeros and being the first Lannister to sit on the Iron Throne. Conniving and brutal, Cersei cares about no one but herself and her children, and will kill whoever she needs to in order to achieve her goal. Macbeth and Cersei come from two completely different worlds, but they’re both consumed but their ambition which makes them very similar people. Cersei and Macbeth both have vaulting ambition and are willing to do whatever is necessary in order

Prince Oberyn spoke up from behind him, his voice filled with anger. “A sister for a sister, I guess we are even now my

The woman’s eyes widen slightly, but that is all the reaction she shows. She is no naïve little girl; she has seen firsthand the ugliness that the world is capable of. “He was a bad man, your father.”

"Oh I marvel how much a strong man may let such a sickly wife be."

“Wait,” Luci looked at Dr. Martin seriously, “you don’t seem to be too bothered by my being the Princess of Darkness?”

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

"I do not see why you are so mad over Justice what did she take from you that makes you want to end her so bad? You do not seem to have known the last that I have and you seem pretty happy. Why would you want to get into a life like mine when you can still have a normal life. I do not see why so many people like to rush off too their deaths when they do not have to."

“I know I don’t look like it, but I’m extremely happy. It’s just I can’t believe she decided to stay with me after all the pain and suffering I’ve caused her. I am truly a lucky man.” Something had truly changed in him after what had happened yesterday.

“I forgive you as well. You no longer need to carry the guilt about banishing me. Banishment was difficult, but I learned a good deal during my time away. And in the end, we found our way back to one another, and that’s all that matters.” Guinevere squeezed Arthur’s hand. “And there’s something else. I never loved Lancelot. I was infatuated with him, yes, but it was nothing like the love I feel for you. I don’t know why I kissed him; I still can’t explain it. All I know is when I did it, I didn’t

"This is what I've become." You whispered, clenching your jaw. "I'll show you what they made me. All the power that they gave me."

“You’ve been unfair. Deceitful, even.” Mithian’s voice grew loud and she gave the king a look of extreme disapproval, brows drawn together and her eyes narrowed. “How would you like it if I’d done the same to you? The least you could have done was tell me the truth and allow me to decide how or if I wanted to proceed. This nonsense about how you ‘thought’ you’d be able to get over this other woman is preposterous. When you came to my chamber last night, you were still in love with her and you knew it. You should be ashamed of yourself, Arthur.” Tears ran down her face.

Joffrey pulled Margaery up from a dip. “Oh, Sansa!” Her face was flushed. “Where did you get off to?”

He had just spilled everything to the small company around him, the intimate gathering of six people. If Sansa wanted to, she could have him executed for murder, sorcery, treason... "I do not want a repeat of Casterly Rock," he said softly, his lip trembling ever so slightly as he looked at his new mistress with a vulnerability he rarely ever displayed. "I want to love you, Princess Sansa. I want to have a family again. I don't want to kill anymore, I don't want to run anymore." It was utterly undignified how his eyes welled up with tears, spilling onto his cheeks, and he brushed them away with a sweep of his hand. "Perhaps telling you all of my sins was unwise but if any of you are to have me, I want you to have all of me. Behead me if you will, but I will no longer be a slave to my own lies." When he was finished speaking, he let himself relax, but the clench of his jaw suggested he was still holding back

Cersei stopped in front of Roslin's door and hesitated for a moment, debating internally whether it would be better to just go back to her own room and think of some excuse to tell Roslin later or not. She would probably notice that something was wrong with her mom if she saw Cersei. But despite of her fears, the blonde decided she wouldn't run away this time.

"Unless you will love me, sweetheart, I will die." And he held her tight around