"See to it immediately, Lord Baelish," Cersei's hand shot up to where her golden locks used to lay on her shoulder. It found none however, and she simply fiddled with the collar of her gown. The Queen regent's golden hair was barely reaching her neck. Ever since the Walk of Shame, she had been more...ruthless than before. Her first decree was to rescind the right of holy men to bear arms on the pain of death. A local septon was preaching to the smallfolk in Lannisport and attempting to recruit them to the cause of the Seven. That Septon and a few Poor Fellows had quickly ended up on the gallows.