Cersei reared up like a viper. “Your place is where my brother says it is,” she spit. “The Hand speaks with the king’s own voice, and disobedience is treason.”
Boros and Meryn exchanged a look. “Should we wear our cloaks, Your Grace?” Ser Boros asked.
“Go naked for all I care. It might remind the mob that you’re men. They’re like to have forgotten after seeing the way you behaved out there in the street.”
the lannisters = the bluths 1/?