Cersei opened her mouth to scream and call for the red cloaks once again but realised that the man in front of her could gut her like a fish half a hundred times before any of the guardsmen arrived, if any, arrived at all. The closest red cloaks were three hallways away, and she had not called for any because the heavily armoured Ser Robert Stong was supposed to be more than enough protection against an unarmed and unarmoured envoy. They would have already arrived at her terrified shriek if they could hear her. Cersei felt her hands tremble at the realization. She was utterly at the mercy of this man.