March to Winterfell!

"How? How could fire undo stone? What kind of device could bring down the wall of Winterfell?" Jaime wondered as he observed Qyburn pour a glass jug of wildfire into a large iron container. He leaned closer to take a closer look only for Qyburn to reach out and take a firm hold of the candle Jaime was holding at the time and slowly move him back giving Jaime stern look of warning.

"If the wall is breached, Winterfell will fall." Cersei commented from where she had been as she turned to leave.

"Even if it is breached it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the castle!" Jaime argued as he followed in her footsteps.

"Tens of thousands." Cersei corrected, still walking.

"But Cersei there is no such force!" Jaime said just as the two of the arrived at a balcony. It was just then a horn sounded and they were met with a roar of shouting men, all of them chanting Cersei's name, stunning Jaime into silence. They were overlooking a vast open field filled from end to end with Lannister soldiers, a sea of crimson and gold. Never had Jaime seen such an immense and well-armed host assembled so quickly.

Cersei remained calm, holding up a single hand, calling for silence with the gesture, and the shouts fell silent. "A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand!" Cersei declared with a loud voice that carried across the fields and her army erupted in cheers and chanting once again. After a few moments Cersei once again raised her hand to call for silence.

"This month, the land will be stained with the blood of the northmen! March to Winterfell! Leave none alive! TO WAAAR!" Cersei shouted raising both of her hands high into the air, causing her soldiers to cheer even more loudly than moments ago. Jaime simply stared in stunned silence, a single tear escaping from his eye as he thought about the dread carnage to come.

"There will be no Dawn… for Starks." Cersei said with a terrible grimness in her voice.