Cersei: Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment?
Robert: No.
♔ Favourite Cersei Lannister scenes: 7/10
Cersei: I felt something for you once you know.
Robert: I know.
Cersei: Even after we lost our first boy. For quite a while actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time? Ever a moment?
Robert: No. Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei: It doesn’t make me feel anything.
Fancast meme: Younger versions of existing characters [1/11]
↳ Gabriella Wilde as Cersei Lannister
“Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life.”
Ned felt sick. "I remember Robert as he was the day he took the
throne, every inch a king," he said quietly. "A thousand other
women might have loved him with all their hearts. What did he
do to make you hate him so?" Her eyes burned, green fire in the
dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil.
You’re stronger than you seem, though- I expect you’ll survive a bit of humiliation. I did.
asoiaf meme: favourite non-book scenes (1/5)“Backstabbing doesn’t prepare you for a fight, and that’s all the realm is now. Backstabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money grubbing. Sometimes I don’t know what holds it together.”

“Is that your notion of justice?” Ned flared. “If so, I am pleased that I am no longer your Hand.”
The queen looked to her husband. “If any man had dared speak to a Targaryen as he has spoken to you-”
“Do you take me for Aerys?” Robert interrupted.
“I took you for a king. Jaime and Tyrion are your own brothers, by all the laws of marriage and the bonds we share. The Starks have driven off the one and seized the other. This man dishonors you with every breath he takes, and yet you stand there meekly, asking if his leg pains him and would he like some wine.”
Robert’s face was dark with anger. “How many times must I tell you to hold your tongue, woman?”
Cersei’s face was a study in contempt. “What a jape the gods have made of us two,” she said. “By all rights, you ought to be in skirts and me in mail.”
Purple with rage, the king lashed out, a vicious backhand blow to the side of the head. She stumbled against the table and fell hard, yet Cersei Lannister did not cry out. Her slender fingers brushed her cheek, where the pale smooth skin was already reddening. On the morrow the bruise would cover half her face. “I shall wear this as a badge of honor,” she announced.