Mysaria was your councelor, with the pass of the weeks you have grown fond of her; feeling that she was the one apart your cousin Rhaenys that cares for your claim to the throne.

Mysaria was talking about how she is serving you because you treat her as a person and not as a mere whore and then procedeed to tell you how she was assaulted by her father, leaving her two scars; one on her neck and the other on her belly, making her incapable of having kids.

You, moved for her sincerity rush to hug her, feeling her freeze before returning the hug and making you hide your faces on each other's necks; with her kissing and nipping your neck, brushing her breath and lips against it