Despite her time in her cell, Cersei didn't look any worse for the wear. True that it had only been a week, but she had seen others in these cells waste away in a short amount of time. She never knew why, it didn't shorten their lives any. Perhaps it was a side-effect of the runes that suppressed magical abilities. Maybe she could find out once this whole ordeal was over. There had to be books somewhere. "I'd like a book on runes, sir. If I'm allowed." She said simply, not looking through the bars when she did. "As for Fallmorik, what is the maximum penalty? Death? Exile? Neither of those would be feasible ideas. If anything I should get almost a full pardon for all I've done for the council. They owe me. They should be putting Fallmorik under a geas! HE'S THE ONE THAT DESERVES IT!" Cersei emphasized her point by slamming her fist into the thick door, making it shake while she bruised her knuckles in the process. She began sobbing soon after, slipping to her knees and mumbling "It's not fair" over and over again.