“Please no,” a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mind  “In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces.”  “And I was a piece?” She dreaded the answer.  “Yes, but don’t let that trouble you. You’re still half a child. Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players.” He ate another seed. “Cersei, for one. She thinks herself sly, but in truth she is utterly predictable. Her strength rests on her beauty, birth, and riches. Only the first of those is truly her own, and it will soon desert her. I pity her then. She wants power, but has no notion what to do with it when she gets it.“Find your own wench -” The knife flashed, and he cried out.