"Right here, we're leaving now. There's no time to waste. Just chuck it somewhere and let's go." The anxiety in Cersei's voice was evident as she ordered Chay around. She wanted this done as quickly and efficiently as possible, in and out, then she can get the rest of her miserable sentence in peace. It was nothing she was looking forward to. She still thought that Fallmorik deserved worse than he got, but there was nothing she could do that wouldn't just wind her up in jail for even longer.