Cercei's POV

“Well, please proceed, dove,” she said, gracefully brushing my hand away.

Taking a step forward, I was poised to confront her audacity when Lucian discreetly pulled me back, casting me a meaningful glance.

Inhaling deeply, I grasped the unspoken message conveyed by his gaze. I couldn’t afford to cause a scene in my aunt’s precious café, surrounded by innocent bystanders.

Refusing to grant her the satisfaction she sought, I knew she was merely attempting to provoke a reaction. She hadn’t come here aiming violence; she was well aware of her outnumbered status. Even if she had companions in this city, they were nowhere to be seen inside the...