Cercei’s POV
“This is completely unacceptable! We have a guest on the way,” Monsieur exclaimed in a fit of anger.
“Please, Monsieur, pardon my daughter. She is still grieving, her thoughts are not rational,” Mamà pleaded, sinking to her knees in front of Monsieur. My heart ached, witnessing her beg on my behalf.
“Mamà, please don’t,” I attempted to intervene, but she brushed my hand away.
“Yeah, go ahead and beg, you bloody fool,” Vienna sneered.
I rose to confront her once again, but my mother restrained me. I struggled to break free from Mamà’s grasp.
“Vienna!” Monsieur’s voice grew even more furious.
“What?! Am I mistaken, Father?!” Vienna shouted, her eyes brimming with intense anger as she stared at him.
“I overheard you that night, I witnessed it. How could you do that to Mum
