Chapter 115. A Torture

Cercei's POV

If there’s a single word that can describe the entire ordeal that followed our daring escape, it’s ‘torture.’

It’s fucking painful to sleep under the roof of a traitor and sail through the foul-smelling ocean, with the air filled with the scent of leaves.

The ship we used wasn’t the biggest or the most high-tech, so it took us weeks to arrive at our destination. We had to keep a low profile to avoid drawing attention. We can’t use a shiny ship to leave the North; we’d be caught and brought back in less than a minute.

The first day was pure hell, with each minute and hour filled with discomfort. However, as time passed, my body adapted, as it always does.

It wasn’t just the odour that made me sick, but the continuous rocking of the waves. Their severe force buffeted our ship, causing me a constant sense of nausea.

“Are you feeling better now?” inquired Vienna, her tone surprisingly tender.

I nodded, my response almost invi