Cercei's POV
“What about Asia?” I overheard my mother and Aunt Melanie discussing, their eyes fixed on a map spread across the dinner table.
“Asia? That’s situated on a different continent, Emilia,” Aunt Melanie remarked, her gaze lingering on the map. I put down my bag, announcing my arrival.
“Hey,” I greeted them, their attention finally turning towards me.
“Oh, sweetie, your dinner is in the fridge,” Mamà pointed towards the refrigerator.
“That’s precisely the point, Melanie. If we must flee, we should go far,” Mamà asserted. I opened the fridge and retrieved my meal, placing it in the microwave.
“Asia is quite a distance away; it’s bound to be costly,” Aunt Melanie voiced, settling into her chair.
“I’m confident we can secure the necessary funds,” Mamà replied with relentless de
