Cercei's POV

“Leave,” her voice, as cold as ice, sent a shiver down my spine, permeating every fibre of my being and bringing me to my knees.

I tried to beg, locking eyes with her, desperately hoping for a spark of mercy. Her eyes, once windows to her soul, now appeared vacant, devoid of any emotion.

I am at a loss as to what she thinks or feels this time.

Eventually, I respected her wish and walked away, but I knew deep down that I would return. I would grant her ...