The candlelight flickered in the dimly lit room as Gwayne held you close, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. The night was quiet, the only sound being the soft whispers of your secret conversations. Gwayne had just arrived in King’s Landing from Oldtown, and the longing between you had been too intense to resist. The bond you shared, deeper than mere siblings, had drawn you together once more.

Your love affair had started innocently enough, back in Oldtown. You were both young and full of life, bound by the bonds of family but drawn together by something much deeper. Late-night conversations turned into stolen glances, and eventually, into clandestine meetings. The thrill of secrecy only fueled the fire of your passion. Each touch, each kiss was a rebellion against the constraints of society and family expectations.

Tonight was no different. Gwayne’s hand trailed up your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your lips brushed against his, a stolen kiss in the sanctity of the night. The forbidden nature of your relationship only heightened the intensity of each touch, each caress. Your heart raced as Gwayne’s hand gently traced the curve of your cheek, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce, protective passion.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “Every moment apart feels like a lifetime.”

“I’ve missed you too, Gwayne,” you replied softly, your fingers entwining with his. “I don’t know how much longer I can bear these secrets.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin. Before he could respond, the door to your chambers creaked open. Your blood ran cold as the figure of your sister, Alicent, stepped into the room. Her eyes widened and her face contorted in anger— or shock, maybe disgust. Or all three.

"I-I— what's this?" she stuttered, her hand on her chest in disbelief.