Cercei's POV

As the men drew nearer, their footsteps echoing with ominous intent, the atmosphere grew tense. Mamà and Aunt stood their ground, displaying remarkable courage as they faced their foes, engaging them in a fierce, tenacious fight. My heart pounded in my chest, a frightened onlooker unable to flee farther or intervene in the unfolding fight a few distances from my spot. A shot rang out in a moment of terror, aimed at my mother. I cried out in horror, my voice carrying my ...