Ali and I sent messages to the rest of our friends. We met them for coffee and decided we had to say something.
"Did you find something?" Emily asked.
I nodded. "I know who Cerise really is."
Hanna sat up. "Who?"
I looked at each of them, my expression grave. "Cersei Lannister."
"Who's that," Aria asked.
I sighed. "She's the queen of Westeros. I didn't think she was real until tonight."
Emily frowned. "Why is she here? And how?"
I sighed. "I don't know. But we have to be careful. She's smart. And ruthless. Whatever game she's playing, she'll probably stop at nothing to win."
Aria sighed. "I have to talk to her. Alone."
Ali shook her head. "No. From what I've seen of her and what Spencer's told me, confronting her alone is the last thing any of us should do."
I nodded. "Cersei's killed people before. Her games are usually about manipulation and betrayal. She doesn't like to lose, and she doesn't forgive easily. If at all."
Aria sighed. "Okay. So what do we do?"
I frowned. "We have to play along. Make her think she's winning."
Emily sighed. "How is that any safer?"
I sighed. "I know Game Of Thrones. I can pick up on Cersei's tells."
Slowly, the others nodded in agreement. I was nervous, but I knew something had to be done.