Cercei's POV

Throughout the course of my life, I have endured an unending stream of insults and harsh words from various people. Yet, amongst them all, his cutting remarks pierced me to the core, despite my futile attempts to brush them off.

His words left a deep wound inside me, and though I felt resentment, I tried to understand his perspective.

Opening the boxes one by one, I was greeted by a dazzling array of shoes and dresses, yet an ache gnawed at my chest. This collection represented his vision of what was valuable, but did he see me as mere trash?

Why should I be surprised? I am merely...