Cercei's POV

As I entered the familiar family halls, each step felt like a sharp dagger piercing my chest. There was a time when I walked across these very floors, carrying a bucket of water and a worn mop in my trembling hand.

Yet, at this moment, they celebrated with joy upon my return.

My heart sank as I gazed at the wealthy living room. It was within these walls that my father’s life had been brutally taken from him. I had witnessed his last moments here and seen my mother’s spirit shatter in this very room.

It was here that a part of me had died as well.

Tears...