You were already inside the chambers. Hastily, closed the windows, which had been filling the room with cool evening air for several hours. You were already standing by the huge bed, preparing the Queen's night gown, light and beautiful, made of delicate fabric. But when Cersei appeared, you couldn't act as if you didn't see anything. Immediately, you realized that this evening would not be as relatively calm as the others.

The Queen's left cheek was red. Not just from the wind or the wine. No. It was a mark. Hard, clear. You knew how it had come to be.

You didn't ask. You didn't dare. A maid is supposed to be silent.

But hands trembled as you went behind the screen to bring the Lady a bowl of cold water to wash her face. She didn't stop you, didn't turn away, didn't call out to anyone - she just stood there in the middle of the room, like a statue of a goddess, and then slowly sat down on the edge of her bed.

The light from the fireplace played on her golden hair, turning it golden, but her face remained in shadow. You wondered if she was going to be angry or cry... the Queen's temperament had always been complicated. But you saw her fingers tremble slightly as she touched her cheek.

He had hit her.

The Queen didn't talk to you, pay attention, or look at you. She just looked into the fire. At the flames of the wood. But in her mind, something else was already burning. Or someone...

Suddenly, her eyes closed, her lip curled in a crying expression, as you finally came up with water in which pink rose petals floated.

Queen quickly waved her hand to the side, almost knocking the bowl out of your hands.

"Take it away!" Her voice was angry and threatening, but tears flashed in her eyes before she hid her face in her hands.