Cercei’s POV

My eyes widened in astonishment as Aunt Melanie presented me with a radiant, square object. Could it be? Is this truly what I think it is?

“I want you to have this,” she gently placed the phone in my hands.

“Auntie,” I uttered softly. Although I was captivated by its charm, I couldn’t bring myself to accept any more gifts. She had already showered me so much.

“Cercei, you need this. In this day and age, communication is paramount, especially ...