Cercei's POV
After our thrilling hunt last night, we woke up on the island, our bodies bare and smeared with blood stains.
A surge of satisfaction coursed through me, filling me with a rare sense of contentment and strength that I hadn’t experienced in ages.
Mamà handed us garments, and we quickly changed before leaving the island.
“That was utterly f*****g wonderful,” Aunt Melanie chuckled, clearly sharing in my profound gratification.
“Melanie, mind your language,’ scolded my mother, though she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
As the sun rose, we arrived at the port where the boat’s owner awaited our return.
“Efcharistó, Antóni [ Thank you, Antonio ],” Aunt Melanie warmly patted his back. While making our way back home, Mamà abruptly pulled us down to the ground.
“Emilia, what
