Cercei’s POV

“It’s freezing out here,” Vienna complained, visibly shivering as she wrapped her arms around herself. I let out a resigned sigh and retraced my steps back to the car. Opening the trunk, I rummaged through its contents to look for anything useful.

There lay a set of tuxedo and boots, presumably Lucian’s spares. I quickly handed them to Vienna.

There was no way she could climb a mountain in heels; it would surely cause her disaster. Not to mention, ...