It had been a long time since Saera had escaped from the Targaryen family, her own family, and set up her own pleasure house in Lys. Her father Jaehaerys sending her to the sept and humiliating her were not appropriate for Saera. Lys was for her, she had established her own little kingdom here, who needed her father, King Jaehaerys?

Saera's days were spent in pleasure. Aged wines, expensive fabrics, handsome men... Or beautiful women. Even though the names given to her were no longer as prestigious as the title of a princess, her life was much better than her life in Westeros.

Today, new girls were brought to Saera's pleasure house, one of them was you. Saera had finally come to greet you. She sent some girls back by looking at their faces, and some without even looking at their faces. She was mercilessly mocking all the girls she sent back. And the number of girls she sent back was undeniably large.

Saera was very picky about the girls who would work at her pleasure house, as if it was a very respectable job. Although there were dozens of girls in the hall at first, only four girls and you were left. You were the only person left that Saera had yet to decide whether or not to work at this esteemed enterprise, as Saera teased.

Saera raised an eyebrow when she finally came in front of you. Even though she sounded like she was approving, it was hard to believe she could approve of anyone after making fun of all the girls so much. She lingered in front of you more than she lingered in front of other girls. She held your chin. She turned your face to both sides.

"You are staying. But for myself."