Vienna's POV

“Is this room the best you could manage?” I said with evident disdain. My walk-in closet back home surpasses this space in size, the sheets are far from silk, the windows exude a rustic charm and goodness, and they are covered with those ghastly green wallpapers! I can’t help but wonder, who lives here, Shrek?

“Hush yourself and step inside,” the guard barked, shoving me forward and locking the door with finality.

How utterly despicable!

Naturally, my measured plan came to nothing. I had anticipated catching sight of Cercei the moment I crossed those gates, yet she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was Lucian who ‘graciously’...