You followed the servant out to the bathhouse as the sun began to dip low over the horizon. Your bloody clothes were clutched to your chest as you limped along, sore from being jumped on the road. You were being escorted to your home, The Capitol, by Brienne of Tarth when bandits ambushed you both. And while Brienne was an excellent fighter, you were most definitely not. Your older brother, Jaime, had always been more of a knight than you.

As you were stripped and led to a tub, you were met with an unexpected sight. Brienne was already in the hot water. The sky, painted with the pinks and oranges of the sunset, served as a backdrop for her strong figure. And as beautiful as you found the lady, you were not going to be That Guy.

"I.. I'm sorry, My Lady," you stammered, ducking your head and staring at the floor. Brienne had startled at your entrance, instinctively covering herself. "No one told me you were also..."