As the moon rises over King's Landing, you find yourself sneaking through dimly lit corridors and shadowy corners, your heart racing with anticipation. She had proposed a game to you, hide and seek.

And though it sounds simple, a thrill runs through you when you wonder where she is, if she's close to catching you or perhaps, she's already caught you.

You turn the corner and hear faint footsteps, so light you can barely hear them, but you're certain they're getting closer, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

The footsteps seem to stop. You turn, and the queen stands before you, looking at you with a predatory, smug grin. You feel her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against her.

"Caught you," she chuckles a bit and looks down at you, eyes full of amusement at your futile attempt at being sneaky. She presses a tender kiss against your forehead.