Hilla didn't expect that Cercei was more urgent than she had imagined. Cercei had already packed her luggage before she got the ticket.
They used to hate each other. Cercei liked to target Hilla, while Hilla didn't like a pretentious woman as Cercei.
Growing up, they were kind of enemies.
"Hilla. To tell you the truth, I envy you and I also hate you."
Cercei pulled the luggage in her hand and looked at Hilla who was still arrogant. The difference was that Hilla's eyes had lost their sparkle.
That sparkle made Cercei want to kill Hilla.
Hilla smiled. She knew that the grudges between them were over. The Cornel family ran out and Cercei had suffered a lot over the past year.
Hilla knew very well how uncomfortable it was for a young lady who had been pampered since she was young to reach rock bottom.
Hilla had experienced it before, so she understood Cercei's feelings, but she was much luckier than Cercei.
"You won't have time to dislike me when you get to Pinecastle."
