Werewolf

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mam&agrave;) 
Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful Molestation
In a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room's tranquillity.
Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity.
"Fuck!" he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck.
With only a quarter of the bottle remaining, he downed the entire contents and hurled it again, this time da

Cercei's POV
Just like déj&agrave; vu, following that fateful night, we were once again expelled from the grand mansion, this time, it's permanent.
Vienna refused to let us retrieve any of our belongings; the guards callously dragged us out, throwing us onto the cold street with nothing but bloodied wounds.
As if matters couldn't deteriorate further, the heavens opened up, drenching us in relentless rain. We stood there, soaked and disheartened, in the middle of the bustling streets. My mother wept, repeating her apologies for the umpteenth time, while I stared blankly at the expanse of the sky above.
At this moment, I found myself incapable of shedding tears; my emotional reservoir had run dry. Exhaustion consumed me, preventing the expression of any sentiment. I had finally come to accept my unfortunate fate-a curse from the heavens, denying me the privilege of happiness.
I spent my wh

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

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mam&agrave;) 
Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful Molestation
In a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room's tranquillity.
Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity.
"Fuck!" he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck.
With only a quarter of the bottle remaining, he downed the entire contents and hurled it again, this time dangerously close to my trembling form. I couldn't contain my terror, and a shriek escaped my lip

Chapter 28 The Night Of Henrì’s Death