"I will deal with you later. Get out!" She commanded icily, and he stumbled out of the room. Cersei then scowled and took a large gulp of wine. It didn't feel as sweet anymore. She wanted to scream and rage; before she knew it, her half-empty golden cup was flying at the wall, and the pitcher of wine was rolling on the ground. It did not make her feel any better; now, she had nothing to drink wine from.