Cercei's POV

“This is an act of suicide,” I murmured quietly, my words escaping in a hushed breath.

Presently, I find myself at the airport, preparing to travel North to take back my dear mother. Our eagerness in pursuing this seemingly foolish scheme is adamant, which is why I stand here now. When I set foot in the Northern region, Lucian’s henchmen will undoubtedly swoop down on me, whisking me away to their stronghold.

“Relax,” Vincent’s reassuring voice sounded through the discreet earpiece I wore. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, though I knew he couldn’t see my gesture.

“Easy for you to say while seated comfortably in your...