Cercei's POV

“I have to go. I’ll be back later. Stay here, don’t go anywhere,” Lucian uttered. With a swift motion, he rose from his seat and quickly left. I found myself gazing at his retreating figure, utterly baffled. What could have compelled him to rush off in such haste? He had simply abandoned his meal, left untouched. I shook my head in dismay. What a waste.

I retrieved his deserted plate and returned it to the kitchen, speculating that perhaps he had been called ...