Cercei’s POV

“Let’s just take a moment to think, okay? Arguing won’t lead us anywhere,” Vienna’s words cut through the tension.

A dejected chuckle nearly escaped my lips; the roles had reversed, and now Vienna was the one showing enough patience. How had I grown so irritable? My once bottomless reserve of patience now felt as fragile as a thread.

“Fine,” I agreed, though the vast emptiness of my mind offered no solutions. This wasn’t the first time we had ...