Werewolf

Cercei's POV
Mam&agrave;? 
A terrifying creature adorned in deep brown fur and possessing fiery crimson eyes emerges before me, and I am certain it is my beloved mother. 
I fixed my gaze on her, witnessing her growling fiercely at Vienna, attempting to assert dominance. Tears streamed down my face, my arms throbbing with pain, yet fear overwhelmed me.
Fear of what fate awaits my mother and the looming aftermath ahead. I shook my head, desperate to deny the unfolding reality.
"Mam&agrave;, no!" I cried out, my voice breaking with anguish.
I was on the verge of darting into the middle, interrupting their imminent outbreak of violence; however, a gentle yet unyielding hand encircled my waist, holding me back. It felt as unyielding as solid stone, rendering me powerless. I kicked and punched against the air in a futile attempt to break free, but my efforts were in vain. A piercing scream esc

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mother) 
The night of the Moon Ball
"Henri, I can no longer endure this," I told my husband as we stood in our quarters, facing each other.
He gently drew me closer, his touch comforting and familiar.
"I know, Mon Amour," he whispered, kissing my brow tenderly. I surrendered myself to the sensation, shutting my eyes as his lips touched my skin.
"How much longer must I endure?" I inquired, my voice laced with longing. His mysterious smile was his sole reply.
"Tonight, my darling, we will seize our chance and embark on a daring escape to establish a new life in a faraway sanctuary," he declared firmly.
As his words penetrated my soul, a wave of hope surged through my veins, drowning out the loud thump of my racing heart. Despite the looming uncertainty, I held onto this delicate flicker of possibility, daring to envision a life liberated from the restraints of our cu

Cercei's POV
"Sophia...." I began to express my concerns, my voice filled with worry.
"Please, Cercei, they're going to hold me responsible," she groaned in anguish, and I futilely grasped her arms, seeking to offer some form of comfort.
"Okay, fine," I blurted out in a state of panic, my worry for her well-being overriding any rational thought. I couldn't bear to see her suffer, so I reluctantly agreed.
Before she could even utter a word of gratitude, Sophia collapsed. My hands trembled as I glanced around, dismayed by the apathy surrounding us. The kitchen remained abuzz with servants bustling in and out, preoccupied with their tasks of fetching and replenishing food and drinks.
"Sophia," a fellow servant girl approached us, presumably the friend Sophia had mentioned.
"Let's bring her to our quarters," she suggested, and together we supported Sophia's limp body, carrying her toward the

Cercei's POV
Mam&agrave;? 
A terrifying creature adorned in deep brown fur and possessing fiery crimson eyes emerges before me, and I am certain it is my beloved mother. 
I fixed my gaze on her, witnessing her growling fiercely at Vienna, attempting to assert dominance. Tears streamed down my face, my arms throbbing with pain, yet fear overwhelmed me.
Fear of what fate awaits my mother and the looming aftermath ahead. I shook my head, desperate to deny the unfolding reality.
"Mam&agrave;, no!" I cried out, my voice breaking with anguish.
I was on the verge of darting into the middle, interrupting their imminent outbreak of violence; however, a gentle yet unyielding hand encircled my waist, holding me back. It felt as unyielding as solid stone, rendering me powerless. I kicked and punched against the air in a futile attempt to break free, but my efforts were in vain. A piercing scream escaped my lips as Vienna launched an assault on my mother.
Though my mother may be older, Vienn

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