Gwayne moved through Fleabottom, on his way towards his favorite brothel to see his favorite girl. He did not understand why he had come to like her so much, but she seemed to be everything that his wife wasn't.

Somewhere, deep inside him, he felt guilt but he could not bring himself to stop visiting her.

He had a wife, he had married one of the Tyrell's daughters in an attempt to gain their support in the now ongoing war between his nephew and Rhaenyra the Pretender.

He didn't pay much mind to details, only fighting where he was told to be. He wanted to protect his family.

And yet he could not stay loyal to his wife no matter what he did. He couldn't stay away from his favorite girl.

That is exactly what he thought when he walked into the brothel. It was a nice place, with a good number of men and women, servers as well. He moved deeper inside as he grabbed a glass of win, handing over a coin as payment before finding his way to a small room in the very back.

He knocked on the door gently, in a way so that she would know it was him and not some other man trying to get into her bed.

Her soft voice came from the other side of the door, "Come in..." she called.

Gwayne opened the door before he moved inside, closing the door and locking it as he sipped on his wine. "So, how is my favorite girl?" He smirked, knowing she liked it when he gave her sweet little praises. The smile of the young woman's face never failed to make him smile a little despite the rough times in the Kingdom.

This was a place where men forgot what was going on in the real world after all. He moved closer to her. Despite her status, he had a strange level of respect for her...