Cercei's POV

“I must confess, My Lord, I had no clue of your marital status. The news certainly caught me unawares, and I must jest that I had been anticipating an invitation,” an elderly man playfully remarked.

“A civil wedding, Lord Sergio, only the two of us and a judge,” Lucian swiftly fabricated, delivering the lie with such finesse that even I nearly fell for it. A consummate liar, indeed, making it all sound quite credible.

“A civil wedding? From the King ...