Cercei’s POV

Even with my eyes tightly shut, the intensity of the lights still manages to penetrate, illuminating my consciousness. In serene surroundings, voices blend into conversations, I can partly catch their words, which resemble an unclear murmur.

“Will she get better?” The concerned question carried my mother’s gentle tone.

“Physically, she will heal, but emotionally, the journey might be difficult,” Maria’s voice held both empathy and ...