"Come sit with me," Cersei says, and pats the bed beside her. Sansa can't believe the intimacy that the Queen is allowing her; she doesn't hesitate.
"So lovely," Cersei says, and Sansa does her best to ignore the nervous twist in the pit of her stomach.
"You're almost family now," Cersei says, and presses Sansa backward onto her bed. "Don't be afraid. I just want to make sure you're ready for my son, and your wedding night."
When she feels a painful, nauseating pressure between her legs, Sansa squeezes her eyes shut and tries to pretend she's still at Winterfell.