After a whole ten years, he’s returning to King’s Landing, to his betrothed. His future lady, promised to him since last year. It should be an exciting fact, should it not?

It is not. He can say that for sure. Not for you nor him.

The thing is, it would’ve been, back when the two of you were young teenagers. You had dated in secret when the two of you were no more than thirteen. You were a rowdy couple, it was a wonder the two of you were never found out. He would pull you into little nooks and alcoves just to take your lips, to touch your body when no one was looking.

It didn’t end on the best terms. Terribly, in fact. He’d dumped you, on your own balcony, in the rain, after two years. The relationship had gotten so toxic then. Even now, you despise each other passionately. Yet, your hand is promised to him.