Cercei’s POV

“Come on, please, stay a little longer,” Lucian pleaded, enveloping me in his warm embrace.

“You’re quite so dramatic; after all, we share the same house,” I chuckled, beating him with a pillow. He closed his eyes, savouring the softness of his elegant silk pillow.

“But we’re not living in the same room,” he complained, sounding somewhat dissatisfied. I rolled my eyes; I had practically lived in his room for the past few days while he ...