Cersei Lannister found herself amidst the chaos of a modern train station, her face twisted in disgust as she glanced around.

'Why must I endure this?' she muttered to herself, her heels clicking against the cold concrete floor as she navigated through the crowd.

As Cersei passed a fast-food restaurant, the smell of fried food hit her. 'Disgusting!' she exclaimed, covering her nose.

'People actually consume this filth?' she murmured, disbelief clear in her tone.

Cersei then saw the train, its doors wide open, and people scrambling to get in. 'Like rats in a hole,' she sighed.

She reluctantly joined the scrum, grimacing at the close contact with strangers.

Once inside, she was surrounded by a cacophony of chatter. 'I long for silence,' she muttered, missing the solitude of her castle.

She clung to a handrail, maintaining her balance as the train moved. 'This is beneath me,' she thought, her disgust evident.

Finally, the train halted at a quieter station. Cersei stepped off, relief washing over her face.

'Finally, some peace,' she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she moved away from the station.

She found herself in a residential area. 'This is tolerable,' she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips.

As Cersei walked further, she couldn't help but appreciate the simplicity of it all. Perhaps, she thought, not all modern things were disgusting.