Cercei’s POV

Following the tragic events of that fateful night, we were abruptly forced out of the grand mansion and had to move to the modest cabin at the back, right next to the old apple tree.

Even though the cabin’s walls were barely holding on, it was a more welcoming home than going back to the clutches of that dreadful curse. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in our previous room, understanding all too well that my father was no longer with us.

Watching my mother as she diligently swept the old, dusty floor, I couldn’t help but notice her deep silence following Papà’s passing. She seldom mentioned the...