Chapter 112. I’ll Play Nice

Cercei's POV

“Pleasure to meet you again, My Lady,” the way he accentuated the word ‘again’ with a sly grin grated on my nerves. Nevertheless, I dared not offer even the faintest hint of displeasure. After all, here we were, inside his territory, asking for his help.

There was not a single word that escaped my lips; not even a flicker of my brows betrayed my thoughts. The only thing plastered on my face right now is seriousness as I scrutinized him closely, searching for any distinctions that set us apart.

Holding negative thoughts about him and passing judgement while we were both involved in similar schemes felt a bit self-centred. Deep down, my loyalty still belonged to Lucian, making me feel less treacherous than him. However, claiming this loyalty seemed feeble after everything I’d done secretly, running away and betraying Lucian once more.

Still, my blood boiled at the mere sight of Lord Drogo. A traitor to the North!

“I assumed you both must