Cercei's POV

“What about Asia?” I overheard my mother and Aunt Melanie discussing, their eyes fixed on a map spread across the dinner table.

“Asia? That’s situated on a different continent, Emilia,” Aunt Melanie remarked, her gaze lingering on the map. I put down my bag, announcing my arrival.

“Hey,” I greeted them, their attention finally turning towards me.

“Oh, sweetie, your dinner is in the fridge,” Mamà pointed towards the ...