Chapter 7: The Terrible Birthday Present

Cercei’s POV As I approached the grand gate of the mansion, a sense of foreboding gripped my senses. The atmosphere was heavy as if the remnants of a once lively party lingered in the air. However, no guests were in sight, and the darkness enveloped the surroundings, with the lights ominously switched off. As I stepped through the entrance, I was met by Maria’s worried countenance at the door. “Where have you been?” she inquired anxiously. “Just taking a moment to breathe,” I responded, noticing the distress appeared on her face. She seemed perturbed and on edge. “Is there something wrong, Maria?” I furrowed my brows, waiting for her answer. She averted her gaze, concealing her unease with a forced smile. “Shall we go for a stroll? Let’s leave this place,” she urged, reaching out to grasp my arm. I stood my ground, captivated by her strange behavior. This time, she met my gaze, her eyes reflecting fear, panic, and uneasiness. “Maria, please, tell me what’s bothering you,” I begged her.