Cercei's POV

“Ahh... These persistent mosquitoes seem to have quite an insatiable appetite for my precious blood,” Vienna lamented, swatting at her arms in frustration to fend off the tiny attackers.

“The snug-fitting attire you chose might be adding to their attraction, especially in the heart of this forest,” I dryly remarked, raising an eyebrow as I observed the situation.

“Well, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly informed that we were headed into the heart of this forest,” she snapped back, a touch of annoyance apparent in her furrowed brows.

“One might question whether such attire offers any comfort. You can’t possibly be comfortable wearing that every day,” I remarked...