You slowly lean over to your nephew Jacaerys, one hand on the table and one behind him on his chair, “You know how the act is done, I assume?” you whispered teasingly into Jacaerys’ ear as he drunk unphasingly from his cup.

“You know, where to put your-“ You were suddenly cut off by Jacaerys’ own voice, “Hold your tongue before my betrothed.” he spoke authoritatively, his eyes staring into your purple ones.