253 AC.

Duncan felt a slight guilt as he entered the Princesses chambers, his hands carefully shutting and locking the doors behind him before he heard the sound of water from the bathing chambers connected to her bed chambers.

Duncan should have felt more than just a little guilt, really, he was much older now, his hair had started greying, (not that he was unattractive due his age, nor was he frail) yet, here he was, in the chambers of his best friend's young and bright daughter.

Duncan would never have indulged in any thoughts he had for the Princess, had she not initiated such sinful thing moons ago after her name-day, and now it became routine for him to come when she called and... and, well, bed her. Duncan was suprised that he was the object of her interest in the first place.

Duncan began to remove his armor slowly, she'd be annoyed if she had come out and he still had his armor on, she always said it took to long to get off, she'd often scold him for it like he was the youth in this situation and not her.

If Egg (also known as Aegon Targaryen) were to find about this, Duncan was certain that his best friend and once squire would kill him, or atleast geld him. Duncan grimaced at the thought, only torn out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called by the Princess, his head turning in the direction of her bathing chambers.