Cercei's POV

“Well, I do now,” I repeated, placing extra emphasis on my words as I gazed at her.

Despite her strong desire to speak, she tightly sealed her lips. I hugged my knees and shifted my focus to the dancing flames in front of us. The first light of dawn was breaking, and sleep remained a far-off hope. Even if we yearned for it, it remained out of reach.

Who could even think of sleep when the entire army of Northerners and Southerners relentlessly trailed ...