Chapter 110. The Traitor

Cercei's POV

“Well, I do now,” I repeated, placing extra emphasis on my words as I gazed at her.

Despite her strong desire to speak, she tightly sealed her lips. I hugged my knees and shifted my focus to the dancing flames in front of us. The first light of dawn was breaking, and sleep remained a far-off hope. Even if we yearned for it, it remained out of reach.

Who could even think of sleep when the entire army of Northerners and Southerners relentlessly trailed us?

“So, you’re going to kill him?” She finally broke the silence with her question.

I shifted my gaze to her, keenly observing her reaction. Was I going to end Monsieur’s life? As I had stated earlier, I didn’t want to rob my mother or Lucian of that satisfaction. Monsieur had caused me pain throughout my life, but it was nothing compared to the suffering he had inflicted on Mamà and Lucian.

In the end, we all shared the same burning desire, to dig out his heart and stop its beat. T