Jeyne the Maid comes into the bedroom just as the sun begins to break, back no longer mutilated by the lashes of the knights of Casterly Rock.
Melara frowns.
"Gods, My Lady," Jeyne whined, fondling the hanging ridding crop by the door in her hand. Her 8mother's necklace gleams at her throat, fire opals shimmering, She cannot hide her growing glee as Melara stares at her in apathy, "Why must you be so lazy? The sun is starting to rise and yet you stay in bed. I will fetch your Lord Uncle."
"You do that, you vicious, utter cunt," she says simply.
The beating comes earlier than it did in Loop I. Later then in Loop II.
But Melara makes it so, to get it over with. He will beat her today, regardless of what she does.
"Cersei is coming today," she tells her Lord Uncle after she thinks he's almost done.
He clicks his tongue.
"Get your shit together then, you little fool. Jeyne, lovely, get the girl ready for Lady Cersei."
"Yes, my Lord."
She is dressed in the same gown, treated, just in time for Cersei to come.
"What's taking you so long, stupid?" a loud, eager voice.
Jeyne the maid drops to the floor in clumsy courtesy. Cersei is smirking at her.
"You're here early, My Lady," snaps the maid.
Cersei turns a glare at the woman.
"And who are you , to question a Lady of Casterly Rock?" she snapped, she drew herself tall, "I will have you on the streets of Lannisport begging within the hour, girl ."
The maid pales. Turns a demanding look to Melara.
Melara tilts her head.
"Let's go, Cersei, ignore her."
Cersei rolls her eyes, "Of course, let's go get Jeyne."