Then, through the noise, she heard a different voice. Low. Familiar. A whisper from the shadows of a shopfront.
Shame.
The Great Sept’s doors groaned open. The light of the outside world was blinding, then cruel. The crowd’s roar was not a roar of love. It was a tide of laughter, hoots, and jeers. She stepped out, barefoot, onto the cold, wet flagstones. cersei shame episode