Cercei’s POV

“Hello, my dear sister.”

Her face bore that familiar, wry smile.

“Vienna?” A gasp escaped my lips, and astonishment engraved across my face.

Indeed, the voice I had heard earlier was hers. My ears had not played tricks on me, after all.

“What has brought you to this place?” I inquired, my words promptly escaping my lips.

My eyes looked across her figure, taking in every detail. She seemed changed, stripped of her usual charm. ...