Cercei's POV

Unlike every other day, Lucian was noticeably absent from the café today. It’s hard to put into words, but there’s a real sense of something missing. I grudgingly admit that the café feels so much more vibrant when he occupies his usual spot in the corner, indulging in his pancake garnished with cream and sprinkles, pretending to peruse a magazine.

My motivation has taken a nosedive today; all my smiles have been mere facades. Claire must have sensed my dismay, ...