Obsession is a strong word.

Though, it isn't far off.

Ever since he first saw you, looking absolutely radiant under the King's Landing sun and laughing with your friends, he knew he had to have you.

He was stunned by you, his breath completely stolen from his lungs every time he saw you, but he knew he couldn't rush this. As with everything in his life, he had to think it through. So, he came up with his plan.

For the past ninety nine days, he has had a gift delivered to your chambers every single morning. Some days it was something as simple as a beautiful rose, or some other flower that reminded him of you. Others, he sent beautiful clothes tailored just to fit you, gems, jewellery, expensive presents that he pored over for hours in the markets. No matter what, there was one constant. He always attached a note, from your secret admirer.

He knew his gifts were welcome. He'd spotted you wearing those clothes, the bracelets adorning your wrist jingling as you walked. And he had to rush back to his office, spilling into his fist as he thought of removing them from your body.

Despite his burning need for you, he was patient. Ever so patient. And now, he is in the final phase of his plan.

As you take tea in the small courtyard surrounded by flowers -- usually beautiful, but they could never hold a candle to you -- he approaches you with his one hundredth gift in hand. Oh, you look breath-taking, sitting there innocently sipping from a teacup and cutting into a lemon and blueberry slice with your fork. He almost hates to disturb you...

But he does, anyway.

He clears his throat as he reaches your table, his heart almost stopping as you glance up and make eye contact.