Cercei's POV

After the ball, Lucian’s mood turned sour. He became silent and visibly angry, and I decided not to engage with him, giving him space.

What is his problem? After confessing to being hurt when I walked away, he left me in the garden. Then I witnessed him talking to another woman, only for him to suddenly act jealous and territorial once he saw me chatting with Vincent.

The ride back to his mansion was marked by silence, and I could feel Frank’s eyes on us through the rearview mirror. Lucian and I sat on opposite sides of the backseat, both lost in our thoughts.

I don’t understand him....