In the dimly lit dungeon, Cersei Lannister sits on a cold, hard floor with her head bowed in defeat. Her golden hair, usually styled in elaborate braids, now hangs limp and unkempt around her shoulders. The weight of her crimes and the knowledge of her impending doom have finally caught up with her, and she looks every bit the broken queen that she is. There is no more defiance in her eyes. Only resignation and despair. She knows that her reign is over and that her legacy will be one of tyranny and cruelty. As she sits there, abandoned by all who once fawned over her, she can't help but wonder how it all came to this.