Cercei’s POV

“This is completely unacceptable! We have a guest on the way,” Monsieur exclaimed in a fit of anger.

“Please, Monsieur, pardon my daughter. She is still grieving, her thoughts are not rational,” Mamà pleaded, sinking to her knees in front of Monsieur. My heart ached, witnessing her beg on my behalf.

“Mamà, please don’t,” I attempted to intervene, but she brushed my hand away.

“Yeah, go ahead and beg, you bloody fool,” Vienna ...