Myrcella stood amid the wreckage, her chest still heaving.
"I'm fine."
"I just knocked some things over."
"No one is to come in without my permission."
The footsteps outside the door hurried away.
The world fell silent again.
Myrcella slowly walked over to the bed and sank down weakly.
She looked at the mess strewn across the floor.
The exquisite things she had once treasured had all become broken fragments.
Just like her heart.
No, her heart had not broken.
Someone had simply torn a piece out of it, leaving a hollow that would never heal.
She remembered Lynn's hateful face!
She remembered Sansa's coy expression, her feigned innocence!
Above all, she remembered that humiliating figure behind the door last night, the sight that had made her very soul tremble!
Jealousy, anger, disgust, shame...
She did not understand.
She truly did not understand.
Why?
Why could men enjoy everything with such easy consciences?
While they...
These so-called princesses, so-called queens, so-called noble ladies could only serve as exquisite merchandise.
Priced and traded for advantage, used to consolidate power, and forced to endure those men's endless betrayals and promiscuity?
Myrcella buried her face in her palms, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
"Lynn, you're such a bastard. I'll never forgive you as long as I live!"
Just then, the door was gently pushed open.
There was no knock, no announcement.
Only one person could act so brazenly in the Red Keep.
Cersei Lannister.
She wore a black silk gown, her golden hair pinned up meticulously, revealing a beautiful but somewhat haggard face.
When she saw the wreckage covering the floor, her green eyes showed no surprise, not even a ripple of emotion.
She merely looked at it in silence, then closed the door.
"It seems my little darling has run into a bit