Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mother)

The night of the Moon Ball

“Henri, I can no longer endure this,” I told my husband as we stood in our quarters, facing each other.

He gently drew me closer, his touch comforting and familiar.

“I know, Mon Amour,” he whispered, kissing my brow tenderly. I surrendered myself to the sensation, shutting my eyes as his lips touched my skin.

“How much longer must I endure?” I inquired, my voice laced with longing. His ...