You swear your heart could've stopped. Rand al'Thor, your best friend, the man you've been pining after for most of your life... in the arms of a Forsaken, kissing her as if she was his oxygen.

Just as your hand finds the hilt of your sword, you're thrown against the wall with a flick of Lanfear's wrist, your sword flying off in the opposite direction.

She pulls away from Rand's lips with a smirk and stands in front of you as you fail to free yourself from her weaves, her gaze scrutinising your form.

"So this is your childhood love, how...pretty," she says reaching out and tucking a hair behind your ear.

"Childhood love?" You think to yourself, she must be mistaking me for Egwene.

"Lanfear..." Rand says warningly, crossing the room in a rush to shield me from her.

"There's no need to lie yourself, Rand. I've seen your dreams and I must say you have good taste. Maybe... we can share," she says as he caresses Rand's cheek.

"Share? We couldn't possibly..." Rand says but you can see his resolve falter ever so slightly.