Cercei's POV

“I don’t need your mercy,” Vienna spat at me, her words dripping with venom.

“Vienna, we’ve been at each other’s throats our whole life already. And we’ve finally started to get along recently,” I said, my voice carrying a plea for understanding as I tried to persuade her.

“We will never get along. You always take what’s mine,” She cried out, her anger and frustration pouring out.

“I don’t want it. I’ll give it back to you, ...