Chapter 25. Clean It

Cercei’s POV

“Sophia….” I began to express my concerns, my voice filled with worry.

“Please, Cercei, they’re going to hold me responsible,” she groaned in anguish, and I futilely grasped her arms, seeking to offer some form of comfort.

“Okay, fine,” I blurted out in a state of panic, my worry for her well-being overriding any rational thought. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer, so I reluctantly agreed.

Before she could even utter a word of gratitude, Sophia collapsed. My hands trembled as I glanced around, dismayed by the apathy surrounding us. The kitchen remained abuzz with servants bustling in and out, preoccupied with their tasks of fetching and replenishing food and drinks.

“Sophia,” a fellow servant girl approached us, presumably the friend Sophia had mentioned.

“Let’s bring her to our quarters,” she suggested, and together we supported Sophia’s limp body, carrying her toward the designated living quarters. She wasn’t overly heavy, but