Cercei's POV
As the men drew nearer, their footsteps echoing with ominous intent, the atmosphere grew tense. Mamà and Aunt stood their ground, displaying remarkable courage as they faced their foes, engaging them in a fierce, tenacious fight. My heart pounded in my chest, a frightened onlooker unable to flee farther or intervene in the unfolding fight a few distances from my spot. A shot rang out in a moment of terror, aimed at my mother. I cried out in horror, my voice carrying my fear for her safety as I ran back to them.
Frozen in place, my body seemed to betray me as my pleas to stop the violence fell on deaf ears. My desperate cries echoed through the air, but it felt as though the world had turned deaf to my anguish.
“Please, let us go,” I begged with every ounce of strength left
