It was late in the evening, and the dimly lit tavern in King's Landing hummed with the sounds of laughter and clinking mugs. Braxina sat at the center of a round table, her friends Jonah, Roy, and Perianne surrounding her. The prince, leaned back in his chair, chuckling at a dumb joke.

Braxina, her golden eyes glinting with mischievous intent, leaned forward, her lips curling into a playful smile. She reached for the goblet of wine before her, swirling the crimson liquid.

“You’ve been so distant lately, my prince,” she purred, her voice soft and teasing. “I can hardly remember the last time you let me spoil you properly.”