Chapter 21: Overthinking

Cercei’s POV “Oh, dear God, oh, dear God, oh, dear God,” I repeated fervently, my body wriggling through the dense greenery, seeking refuge from their presence. Unbelievable! This must be some cruel joke, a twisted joke played on me. Did I really sleep with Lucian Red? The man who is the talk of the town, the one who sends women into a frenzy, the object of desire for practically every nobleman. The king of the north? I burst into manic laughter, my hands involuntarily tugging at my own hair. I must be losing my mind. “What in the world are you doing?” Maria’s voice jolted me from my dazed state, and I turned to find her staring at me as if I had completely lost my mind. Well, perhaps I have. “Nothing,” I composed myself hastily and resumed sweeping as if nothing extraordinary had occurred. I could sense Maria’s persistent gaze fixed on me, but I chose to ignore it. Oh, how I yearned to smack myself at this very moment. “You’re acting rather strange today,” she remarked, and I continue