Cercei's POV

“Pleasure to meet you again, My Lady,” the way he accentuated the word ‘again’ with a sly grin grated on my nerves. Nevertheless, I dared not offer even the faintest hint of displeasure. After all, here we were, inside his territory, asking for his help.

There was not a single word that escaped my lips; not even a flicker of my brows betrayed my thoughts. The only thing plastered on my face right now is seriousness as I scrutinized him closely, searching for any distinctions that set us apart.

Holding negative thoughts about him and passing judgement while we were both involved in similar schemes felt a bit...