Chapter 30. Aunt Melanie

Cercei's POV

“Hey, wake up,” Mamà gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.

“Are we there yet?” I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.

She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.

“We’re almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide,” she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.

“No,” I immediately protested when she looked towards the box where the chickens used to be. We had eaten all of them, leaving nothing but poop and feathers behind.

“If someone spots us, we’ll end up in jail, and Monsieur will bail us out, only to drag us back to that mansion. Before we know it, you’ll be back to scrubbing floors.”

I let out a resigned sigh.

“Fine.”

The chicken box was far from spacious or comfortable, not to mention the overpowering stench it emitted. I had to pinch my nose and hold my breath to endure it.

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