Chapter 22 Unrelenting Trauma

Cercei's POV I yearn to extinguish the essence of my being, that I may finally end these incessant thoughts plaguing my mind. With a sullen look, I retraced my steps back to the cabin. Upon my arrival, I discovered my mother diligently engaged in tidying the disarray that had befallen the premises. A deep sense of chagrin bathed over me as I realised my obliviousness to the chaos, my mind preoccupied during my hasty departure earlier in the day. "Mamà," I uttered awkwardly, my gait measured as I ventured indoors. The shattered flower vase, the cluttered table, and the forlorn sheets strewn across the floor seemed to suggest the aftermath of a violent upheaval that had swept through. "Cercei, why is everything in such a mess? What happened here?" inquired my mother as she carefully collected the broken shards of glass, gingerly depositing them into a bag. I winced, engulfed by a profound sense of awkwardness. Honestly, this was an uncomfortable predicament. "Uhm," I let o