Cercei's POV

“Why are we here, Auntie?” I inquired for what felt like the millionth time. Following my unexpected intrusion downstairs during what appeared to be a secret meeting, I was overwhelmed with panic. Auntie had to escort me to my room to help me regain composure.

Yet, calming down seemed impossible. My mind was swirling with questions about why those strangers chose to help us if they were the same pack that had abandoned them. Was this assistance genuine, or were ...