Chapter 77. Hello, Cercei

Cercei's POV

“Hello, Cercei,” Monsieur’s smooth yet chilling voice sent shivers down my spine. His appearance had not changed since the day I left his mansion.

“Monsieur,” I managed to utter, a mixture of surprise and fear leaving me momentarily speechless. My mind turned blank, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead.

He offered a smile, his hand finding its place on my waist as we danced. Meanwhile, I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to process everything.

“Relax, Cers. I remember you as a skilled dancer,” he spoke casually, as if oblivious to the evil deeds he had committed. As if he hadn’t abused my mother, dug out my father’s heart as he mercilessly killed him.

Suddenly, I felt a firm tug pulling me away from his clasp. Lucian stood protectively in front of me, and like a frightened puppy wanting protection, I hastily hid behind him.

“A pleasure to meet you, My Lord,” Monsieur said with a hint of mockery.

“I see you hav