the green light of the wildfire had bathed the face of the watchers, so they looked like nothing so much as rotting corpses, a pack of gleeful ghouls, but some of the corpses were prettier than others. even in the baleful glow, cersei had been beautiful to look upon. she’d stood with one hand on her breast, her lips parted, her green eyes shining. she is crying, jaime had realised, but whether it was from grief or ecstasy he could not have said.













