Chapter 13. Lingered Thoughts

Cercei’s POV

I slumbered deeply that night, utterly drained from my constant weeping. It appeared that my mother had no intention of granting me any answers, and thus, I decided to seek the truth on my own. The task ahead would undoubtedly prove difficult, but the burden of not knowing the truth is far more overwhelming than any hardships that lay ahead.

When I poured the juice into Monsieur Remus’ goblet, I made sure to bite my tongue. Currently we are now in the dining room, attending to their morning breakfast. I kept my gaze lowered, purposely avoiding any glances in his direction, for each glimpse only served as a chilling reminder of his dense cruelty.

“Lord Lucian Red will pay us with his precious time tomorrow to visit you, Vienna, and I expect you to present yourself in the most impeccable manner,” Monsieur Remus declared, his eyes fixed on Vienna.

Curiosity burning in her, Vienna inquired to her father, “What?! Father, please tell me the purpose of