Chapter 63 I Want You To Run

Cercei's POV The flight was long, stretching across continents to reach our possible destination. "It's fucking cold," my Aunt exclaimed in a half-whispered sing-song voice about the frigid weather as we disembarked at Tokyo Airport. The chilly air greeted us with an icy embrace. "Do tell me if you happen to know anyone here, Melanie," Mamà requested. "Leave that to me, sister," Aunt Melanie winked. I shook my head and smiled, pondering whether she knew people from every corner of the world. As we strolled, we came to a standstill when we noticed unfamiliar men at the exit, conducting checks. They certainly didn't resemble the typical airport security personnel. "That's not Remus' men," Mamà observed, gazing at them. "Whose bunch of rascals do they serve?" Aunt Melanie inquired. Seriously? Do they never run out of guards? If they aren't associated with Monsieur, then who could they be? We turned around and sought an alternative exit. My heart skipped a beat when