Alys' chamber in the Red Keep was dimly lit, with candle still burning. The scent of Maegor still lingered on her skin, his presence a fire that had burned away all reason... until now. First she was a lady-in-waiting, then a lover now she could be something more.

Alys sat alone on her bed, wrapped in the blankets, her mind racing. He had spoken the words so simply, as if marriage were the natural conclusion to their passion. A second wife. A queen, but not the only one. He had then left given her time to consider the proposal.

Her fingers traced the edge of the blanket as she exhaled slowly, weighing her ambition against the abyss that lay before her.

“…Queen Alys.” The word was soft on her lips, but hearing it made her smile.