Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

“So, do you finally accept the truth now? We are, in fact, sisters. The man you once called your father, a dishonest figure; your mother, a creator of lies; your close friend, a spreader of lies too; even your beloved Lucian lied to you. All of them lied to you,” Vienna mocked, her expression showing a fake sense of victory.

“Look, it’s not me who’s in a sad existence. Your entire world, appearing full of love and kindness, is just a cover to hide their lies in the shadows. Everything you thought was the truth is falling apart, like a fake idea you believed about your own identity. A mistake you took as truth,” she added, her words hitting me like arrows. They struck me hard, making me speechless. It felt like I had been slapped in the face. She looked satisfied, seeing the effect of her words on me.

“Your life is a lie, Cercei. You’re not the innocent servant you think you are. You’re the daughter of the man you despise so much. The man who killed your supposed father, and now you’re the sister of the woman you hate the most.” A burst of loud laughter accompanied Vienna’s words.

“Stop this!” I yelled at her, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, a painful way to deal with my emotional turmoil.

“Deep down, you always knew this. But you stubbornly chose to ignore it. You wrapped yourself in the lies you created. Fear obviously crept into you, threatening to crush you down and stopping you from accepting the truth. But now, everything is clear. Our father revealed his secrets to me,” Vienna said, and tears welled up in my eyes.

My breath caught in my throat, and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. It’s as if there’s a lump in my throat.

“Enough!” I shouted, my frustration filling the air. I fell to my knees, covering my ears with shaking hands, unable to bear the attack any longer. My pretension fell apart, and the truth gradually destroyed my strength.

She was right. My whole existence was a lie. All the lies came together to deceive me. Monsieur is my father.

Throughout my life, doubt lingered in the background. I questioned the similarities, the constant whispers of resemblance between Vienna and me. Those whispers grew into undeniable proof of our connection. As time passed, the resemblance grew stronger, turning us into mirrors of each other.

I ignored it, or rather I kept denying it, as the idea seemed doubtful. Why should it be true? We have different parents, or at least that’s what I believed, misguided as it was.

I wished I could confidently oppose Vienna’s statement and stand firm against her words. Vienna might be capable of many cruel deeds, but lying isn’t one of them. She takes pleasure in sharing harsh realities, delivering them without hesitation. She was brutally honest, lacking empathy. So, why would she make up a lie, especially about something so sensitive?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Unfortunately, her motives weren’t about personal gain. Her revelations didn’t benefit her.

“Believe me, I take no pleasure in saying this,” she said, her words hitting me hard, making tears stream down my face even as I tried to hold back.

“Of course, at first, I blamed Daddy. Out of all the choices, he ended up with your mother,” she stated, her voice dripping with disgust as if the thought had sickened her.

“But it’s already done. There’s no way I can alter the past. Just like there’s no way for you to change what you are,” she added a word with clear mockery in her tone.

“So, you’ve come all this distance to meet your sister?” I inquired, taking a deep breath and attempting to regain my composure.

“Oh no, meeting you wasn’t my main goal,” her response was cold.

“In that case, what do you want from me? Should I embrace you? Show affection to your father? Funny!” I snapped back, and my voice filled with disgust. She laughed immediately in response.

“Those actions wouldn’t change destiny,” I said, my voice shaking between sobs.

“You’ve lived with lies all your life. Can’t you, just once, face the painful truth?” Her words had a bored tone.

“If you believe this conversation will grant you an upper hand in our conflict, you’re wrong. You’re already on the losing end,” I rose from the dusty ground, feeling the nerve hardened under my firm grasp.

“I just wanted to bring out the truth,” she shrugged casually.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Just to see you fall apart, your illusions shattering into pieces, your tears marking the end of your fake life. It gives me great satisfaction,” she grinned, her expression turning sinister. Looking at her, a disturbing truth dawned on me; her cruelty, like her father’s, ran in her veins. I don’t share their blood. I am not wicked like them.

“Does this revelation make you happy?”

“Yes, worth the suffering I endured for two weeks,” she gave me a smug look, and suddenly a victorious smile appeared on her face.

“The idea that we could share even a drop of blood is disgusting,” I declared, stepping closer; she did the same, reciprocating my action.

“I am completely different from you and your evil father,” I emphasised, letting my words carry weight.

“I should be the one saying that,” She tilted her head.

“You’re the greatest disgrace to our family, being connected to you is a reputation ruin. Your tainted blood is tarnishing our name. You’re weak,” she said deliberately, attempting to humiliate me.

On instinct, I pressed the red button on the control panel. With a hiss, the glass partition slid open, yet our eye contact remained unbroken. We continued to gaze at each other with strong intensity.

Although our physical features bear a resemblance, our eyes fundamentally differ. My green irises are vastly different from her amber eyes.

She walked out of the glass cage with a deliberate step, never breaking our eyes.

“I guess fighting to become a successor is the proper way to seize the throne,” she said and smirked, stepping out.

“I’d rather endure being a slave forever than take a throne stained with blood,” I retorted with a sharp edge to my voice.

“All thrones are built on a foundation of bloodshed,” she replied, her words sharp. Her eyes changed colour, her nails grew longer, and the bones beneath her skin cracked as she transformed into a wolf.

In response, I transformed into my wolf form too. Growls filled the air as we circled each other, eyes locked. Strangely, even in our wolf forms, the similarity between us was undeniable.

I don’t believe her intentions stop at merely finding satisfaction in my downfall. Beneath the surface of our sibling banter, hidden motives lurk. I’m sceptical of the story she delivers. Even if there’s a shared bloodline, the idea of sisterhood feels empty, like an illusion.

I’ve never been and never will be, not even a little, not at all. I’m not trying to appear virtuous, but I am certainly not evil, not one of them. Remus is not my father, my real father has been gone for a long time. I rejected the darkness she symbolises. Our connections are lies, and our origins are distorted.

Vienna is right. I’ve been deceiving myself. This revelation has altered everything. Everything I knew about myself and the people around me was a lie. I care deeply for my father; he’s the one who moulded me into the person I am today. To realise that I’m not indeed his daughter is a painful blow. I just realised no one ever told me we looked alike. People would mention how I resembled my mother and had her eyes but never my father’s. I didn’t notice them until now.

Everyone was a liar.