Cercei’s POV

“Let’s just take a moment to think, okay? Arguing won’t lead us anywhere,” Vienna’s words cut through the tension.

A dejected chuckle nearly escaped my lips; the roles had reversed, and now Vienna was the one showing enough patience. How had I grown so irritable? My once bottomless reserve of patience now felt as fragile as a thread.

“Fine,” I agreed, though the vast emptiness of my mind offered no solutions. This wasn’t the first time we had executed an escape, but it certainly ranked among the most dangerous. Did Lucian already realise our absence? I shuddered at the thought of his wrath. Caught during our escape plan,...