𝖬𝗒𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗇.

She was good. From her first breath, she was so sweet. I don't know where she came from. She was nothing like me. No meanness, no jealousy, just good. — Cersei Lannister.

What do we do, then?

I know. I just don't know what to do.

Myrcella?

Oh no! Tell him all about it while he cuddles her.

His fingers wander over her entire body as they keep cuddling. "Oh, there's more. The thoughts I have...they drive me wild."

His cheeks flush as he smiles back. "Ah...just can never stop thinking about you."

He was pulled in for another kiss, smiling when they parted. "You have no idea what my mind gets up to when I miss you."

"That's what I hope too. But enough of that. Right now, it's just us."

"I just hope Rhaenys and Aegon feel the same. But it's good Arianne likes you."

"She is both, I'll admit. I just...didn't think she'd like one descended from Lannisters considering our aunt."

"At the very least, she seems to have started liking you. Which is quite a welcome surprise."

He lets out a laugh. "Oh really? That sounds just like her."

He returns the kisses just as sweetly, just like that smile. "I know right? So, what has been new with you, my love?"

A few minutes later, Trystane crawls back into bed and wraps his arms around her. "Sigh....my love..."

Just let me ask the servants to prepare it and I'll be right there.

And how would you like to spend it? In bed? On the beach? Just cuddling up or...something more?