Cercei's POV

“You ran away after discovering you’re his daughter, travelled for miles, bled at the ball, and now you’re pregnant?” Vincent neatly summarized the series of events that had led to my current situation.

Casually, I grabbed another slice of pizza and took a bite.

“Yes,” I replied with a nod, speaking between chewing.

“Wow,” he exclaimed, sipping his coffee, now fully engrossed in my story.

“I know,” I responded, finding a peculiar ...