Cercei's POV

After our thrilling hunt last night, we woke up on the island, our bodies bare and smeared with blood stains.

A surge of satisfaction coursed through me, filling me with a rare sense of contentment and strength that I hadn’t experienced in ages.

Mamà handed us garments, and we quickly changed before leaving the island.

“That was utterly fucking wonderful,” Aunt Melanie chuckled, clearly sharing in my profound gratification.

“Melanie, mind your language,’ scolded my mother, though she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

As the sun rose, we arrived at the port where the boat’s owner awaited our return.

“Efcharistó, Antóni [ Thank you, Antonio ],”...