Cercei’s POV
My eyes widened in astonishment as Aunt Melanie presented me with a radiant, square object. Could it be? Is this truly what I think it is?
“I want you to have this,” she gently placed the phone in my hands.
“Auntie,” I uttered softly. Although I was captivated by its charm, I couldn’t bring myself to accept any more gifts. She had already showered me so much.
“Cercei, you need this. In this day and age, communication is paramount, especially since you’re no longer at the mansion. Moreover, it’s essential for your safety,” she said, clasping my hand and putting the device in my palms.
“You’ve already given us more than enough.”
“For all the years we missed, it’s barely a fraction,” I embraced her warmly. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for everything she had done for me
