Chapter 39. Cheerful Sunday Morning

Cercei's POV

I awoke on a serene Sunday morning, a sense of contentment permeating through my being. As the sun’s gentle rays caressed my face, a smile effortlessly etched itself on my lips. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this overwhelming enthusiasm upon waking up.

“Morning,” I greeted my mother with a tender kiss.

“Good morning, hon.”

“Morning, Auntie,” I acknowledged her briefly, stealing a delicious bite of her homemade waffle. A soft chuckle escaped her lips at my audacity.

“Mhmm,” I exclaimed appreciatively. The taste was divine, evident to her exceptional culinary skills that undoubtedly contributed to the resounding success of her café.

“You appear particularly lively today,” Mamà commented, her observant eyes assessing my buoyant demeanour.

I simply smiled, for indeed, I felt inexplicably splendid. Perhaps this was what they called waking up on the right side of the bed. Thanks to Claire, my ever-talkative buddy, I was expo