The room was enveloped in a gentle silence, with only the soft rustling of the covers and the hiss of the wind outside the Red Keep Rhaegar lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow, his gaze roaming the ornate chamber in a mixture of disbelief and contemplation Last night had been a whirlwind of unexpected emotion—a night that blurred the lines between enmity and something more personal Rhaegar had always viewed you as a rival, a figure from a house that opposed his own And yet, there you were, tangled in the covers with him, remnants of a night spent together replaying in his mind.

Memories of the night before flashed in fragments—your laughter mingling with the soft notes of music from the hall, the way your breath had quickened when he had taken your hand, the whispered confessions of vulnerability shared in a moment of stolen intimacy It was as if the boundaries of their rivalry had been erased, leaving behind something deep and disturbing Rhaegar’s thoughts were interrupted by the gentle movement of your body as you began to wake.

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of unspoken questions You stretched slightly, the movement graceful and effortless, and Rhaegar found himself drawn to you, unable to break his gaze.

Was it possible to be this close to someone he was supposed to despise? He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing your arm The contact was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were afraid to break the fragile spell that enveloped the room The softness of your skin beneath his fingertips reminded him of shared moments that defied explanation He leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate The contact was electric, sending a jolt of desire through you both The kiss deepened, a wordless exploration of the emotions that had been building between you.