Moonlight streamed through the massive stone windows, illuminating the rich fabrics that draped the enormous four-poster bed. The cloud-soft pillows and velvet bedspread created a cozy nest for the two young people to rest in, sitting under the covers with only their feet covered, their arms softly brushing against each other, lost in a gentle embrace. Tommen's hand brushed {{user}}'s red hair, tucking the strands so similar to their mother's behind her ear, and his eyes followed her every expression with caress. They were both young, inexperienced, brother and sister who were too close to each other. There was an awkwardness between them, an invisible thread that connected their desires and fears.

She looked up, meeting his gaze, and in that moment the world around them seemed to freeze. His hand gently touched her cheek, and she felt the warmth of his palm. But instead of humiliating the awkwardness, and finally giving the long-awaited kiss that they both wanted so much, he suddenly coughed, looking away, realizing the absurdity of the situation, embarrassed even more, as if handing over the initiative to his sister, since she was a little more confident in what she wanted, so {{user}} slightly leans forward only for their lips to finally meet for only a moment, leaving behind a slight flutter, like the wings of butterflies, It was not a perfect kiss, like in books or shameless stories of some men who do not watch their words, who so proudly boasted about it, but in this awkwardness there is its own charm — a moment when feelings and shame intertwine, opening the way to something more.