Chapter 21. Overthinking

Cercei’s POV

“Oh, dear God, oh, dear God, oh, dear God,” I repeated fervently, my body wriggling through the dense greenery, seeking refuge from their presence.

Unbelievable! This must be some cruel joke, a twisted joke played on me. Did I really sleep with Lucian Red? The man who is the talk of the town, the one who sends women into a frenzy, the object of desire for practically every nobleman. The king of the north?

I burst into manic laughter, my hands involuntarily tugging at my own hair. I must be losing my mind.

“What in the world are you doing?” Maria’s voice jolted me from my dazed state, and I turned to find her staring at me as if I had completely lost my mind. Well, perhaps I have.

“Nothing,” I composed myself hastily and resumed sweeping as if nothing extraordinary had occurred. I could sense Maria’s persistent gaze fixed on me, but I chose to ignore it.

Oh, how I yearned to smack myself at this very moment.

“You’re acting rather