Cercei's POV

My heart raced with trepidation as one of the men diligently inspected every individual embarking and disembarking the ship. Instinctively, I contemplated turning away, but another group of men stood behind me, closing off any retreat.

Feeling a pang of desperation, tears threatened to well up as I realised there was no way out. I found myself wholly dependent on a mere scarf and sunglasses to maintain a semblance of composure, striving not to draw unnecessary attention to myself.

As I approached the scrutinising man, my heart pounded louder and more vigorously. His gaze bore into me, causing cold sweat to form on my forehead.

A sigh of...