Chapter 357

The poor were starving, yet in the queen regent’s ballroom, food they could never even dream of would simply become slop for the pig bucket when the time came.

Apples, meat dishes, salads mixed with nuts and raisins—as soon as anything sat for more than two hours, Cersei would have the servants replace it with something fresh.

At any other time, these would have been mouthwatering delicacies, but tonight, every dish had been seasoned with something called fear.