Cercei's POV

The first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the bustling port with a warm, golden hue. We’ve finally touched the ground. After weeks of sailing, stepping onto solid ground without the rocking waves felt different.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea breeze as the morning sun warmed my face. My hair fluttered in the breeze as a loud chopper overhead drowned out other sounds. Although our destination, the Moonstone mansion, was still hours away, we had arrived in the South.

A significant number of sentinels, dressed in black attire and armed with imposing guns, stood ready at the port. They respectfully bowed their...