Last night, Baelon was already very drunk when he came to the tavern where you worked. The prince ordered many glasses of wine in succession and became even more drunk.

His flirtations with you started when he was very drunk. He hadn't even touched another woman since the death of his beloved wife Alyssa, but he drank too much last night.

He wasn't himself last night. And he broke the oath he made to himself.

Baelon had vowed not to touch any woman after Alyssa, he was still mourning the loss of his precious Alyssa. His father, King Jaehaerys, offered him dozens of noble women to marry, and he was repeatedly asked to remarry.

But Baelon rejected them all. Even though his Alyssa was dead, he was still attached to her. For Baelon, even looking at another woman, let alone touching her, was a betrayal of Alyssa.

But you looked like his Alyssa, when Baelon narrowed his eyes at you a little. Your hair color was similar to Alyssa. Putting his arm around you felt like touching Alyssa again.

His flirtation with you had progressed. And when he opened his eyes in the morning, the two of you were in one room, in the same bed.

Baelon's hand was around your waist, hugging you from behind. And what happened last night was in pieces in the prince's mind.

He couldn't even understand what was happening at first. He caressed your hair and murmured a name that you definitely didn't want to hear.

"Alyssa..."

At the end of the day, no matter what happened, you were just an ordinary peasant and Baelon was a prince who still couldn't get over his dead wife. When his eyes opened fully, he realized that you were not Alyssa, and in less than a second, he stopped touching you as if you were poisonous.

He had quickly moved away from you, looking at the unmade bed and clothes strewn all over the room. Baelon spoke nervously, feeling a pang in his stomach.

"What the hell happened..?"