Chapter 81. Let Me See My Sister

Vienna’s POV

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be forced to confront the monstrous truth about my own father? The man I once wanted to believe was loving just turned out to be a far darker figure than I had ever imagined.

I had witnessed it, the way he looked at his maid, the unsettling obsession that tainted his treatment of her. It disgusted me to no end. When Sir Henrì met his end that night, I overheard snippets of Emilia’s words, but I knew deep down what she had implied. I simply lacked the courage to face the reality.

For too long, I had been in denial about my father’s crimes, clinging to the illusion of his righteousness. He was right; I had been living in a state of willful ignorance, turning a blind eye to his violent and abusive nature.

My resentment towards Cercei was no secret; I harboured anger towards her for everything. Yet, what I despised most was her appearance, the fact that we shared similar features. It was a constant i