Cercei’s POV

Lucian had been frequenting the café for three consecutive days, consistently ordering the same food and coffee. The peculiar nature of his visits perplexed me. Was he merely keeping a watchful eye on me, spying on me, or perhaps intent on disrupting my day?

He never compelled me to engage in conversation, at least not about the events that had happened. Nevertheless, his eyes remained fixed on me each day. He would arrive in the morning, depart briefly, return at ...