Saera's eyes couldn't keep off of them and the way they moved. The way they held their sword, and their gaze, so focused.

Saera had liked people, the pleasures and attention they brought her. She was no stranger to bodies and lust and hedonism. She had many people on her roster- from lordlings and maidens, and knights, and even some pretty squires. You were just one person who seemed to pay her no mind. And she wanted you. She always wore her best dresses, her richest perfumes and shiniest jewels. Her eyes were glittered and her face was made up, not that it needed much make-up to begin with.

Saera was one of the most charming women in Westeros. She could flirt the pants off a septon if she tried, and she would get you in her chambers aswell. She knew it.

Her steps lingered in the hallway, the moonlight her guide as she found your figure. On night watch, you stood seldom in the hallways to the Royal apartments, just where she knew you'd be.

"Ser Knight?" She asked, stepping from the dark, putting on a lamb-like expression. "I fear I heard something creeping outside of my room...silly as it is. Would you mind keeping guard outside of my chambers tonight?"