All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Cercei's POV“Pleasure to meet you again, My Lady,” the way he accentuated the word ‘again’ with a sly grin grated on my nerves. Nevertheless, I dared not offer even the faintest hint of displeasure. After all, here we were, inside his territory, asking for his help.There was not a single word that escaped my lips; not even a flicker of my brows betrayed my thoughts. The only thing plastered on my face right now is seriousness as I scrutinized him closely, searching for any distinctions that set us apart.Holding negative thoughts about him and passing judgement while we were both involved in similar schemes felt a bit self-centred. Deep down, my loyalty still belonged to Lucian, making me feel less treacherous than him. However, claiming this loyalty seemed feeble after everything I’d done secretly, running away and betraying Lucian once more.Still, my blood boiled at the mere sight of Lord Drogo. A traitor to the North!“I assumed you both must be tired from your journey. Escapin

Vienna's POVMission complete.Failure wasn’t something that defined me, and that’s why we’re now thousands of miles away from Cercei’s beloved mate.Lord Drogo, a man of considerable influence and connections, had orchestrated our swift journey from the Northern territory toward the Southern sanctuary. For him, the art of manipulation was as effortless as lifting a finger.Our stay in his lavish mansion had been brief, just a day to recharge before the next leg of our journey. Lord Drogo provided us with a capable crew and a serviceable ship. We had to travel by water because the skies were under strict surveillance, as Lucian’s men were tracking us down. And even though the seas were closely guarded, Lord Drogo had already made his strategic moves.The ship he provided was smaller and less extravagant than what I was used to, back home, but it was sufficient. I had grown tired of the North’s cold, and my heart yearned for the warmth of the South.Turning my attention to Cercei, who

Cercei's POVThe first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the bustling port with a warm, golden hue. We’ve finally touched the ground. After weeks of sailing, stepping onto solid ground without the rocking waves felt different.I took a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea breeze as the morning sun warmed my face. My hair fluttered in the breeze as a loud chopper overhead drowned out other sounds. Although our destination, the Moonstone mansion, was still hours away, we had arrived in the South.A significant number of sentinels, dressed in black attire and armed with imposing guns, stood ready at the port. They respectfully bowed their heads as we passed by, displaying impressive loyalty and compliance.I glanced at Vienna, who walked confidently ahead with her head held high. She was familiar with this world and groomed for it from a young age. In contrast, I felt like an outsider in this world of power and privilege. I averted my eyes from the sentinels as if I were too s

Cercei's POV“Look at you, you look perfect,” Monsieur’s sudden intrusion disrupted my privacy. He stood there, radiant in a black tuxedo that complemented my own attire.Vienna followed him closely, captivating everyone in the room with her stunning appearance. Her navy blue dress complemented her flawless skin, highlighting her natural beauty. Her straight, ebony hair framed her face elegantly, and the silver and diamond accessories she wore added a touch of elegance to her outfit, making her look nearly perfect.“Thank you,” I replied, mustering a faint smile that barely touched my lips. Monsieur took my hand, and I couldn’t help but notice the roughness of his touch. For a moment, I thought about pulling my hand away from his grip, but I quickly dismissed that thought aside.“You look stunning, Vienna,” I commented as I withdrew my arm and moved closer to her, deliberately putting some distance between Monsieur and me.‘Don’t pretend we’re close, not after what you did to my fathe

Maria's POVCercei had always been easy to predict, but at this moment, I had no clue where she was.There was no clear trail to follow, only the stolen car she had abandoned, left stranded in the middle of the road. Maybe my own heart was burdened with too much worry, clouding my thoughts.I knew exactly where she was going—the Moonstone mansion. But the plan was to stop her before she reached her destination and shake some sense into her mind before it was too late.I left the Red without saying a word, not even a goodbye to anyone, not even to Frank. I had already told them I was going to bring Cercei back, and I carried the responsibility for her escape entirely on my shoulders. I had underestimated Cercei and hadn’t foreseen her audacity, no matter the reasons behind it. It doesn’t really make up for the little trick she pulled.“I’m going to pull your hair, Cercei!” I whispered in a hushed voice.Now that I was back on the streets, alone and without a clear destination, an overw