Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mamà)
Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful Molestation
In a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room’s tranquillity.
Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity.
“f**k!” he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck.
With only
