Cercei’s POV

“Oh, dear God, oh, dear God, oh, dear God,” I repeated fervently, my body wriggling through the dense greenery, seeking refuge from their presence.

Unbelievable! This must be some cruel joke, a twisted joke played on me. Did I really sleep with Lucian Red? The man who is the talk of the town, the one who sends women into a frenzy, the object of desire for practically every nobleman. The king of the north?

I burst into manic laughter, my hands ...