Cercei's POV

“Hey, wake up,” Mamà gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.

“Are we there yet?” I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.

She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.

“We’re almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide,” she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.

“No,” I immediately protested when she looked towards the box ...