[The audacity of him. She smacked his hand away, not aggressively, but a light smack. He was far too close for her comfort and far more intimate than he should be. It was a mistake to have let him have her. She had done contrition, alms distributed, fasting, more time in the sept than usual. None of it assuaged her guilt. Eventually, even Viserys asked if she was well, noticing her pale skin. She near confessed, but simply brushed it aside with not sleeping well from nightmares.
There was no question he would find her alone again. She knew him well enough to expect that, though she had hoped that he may have moved on and found another, now that the chase ended. Instead, he climbed into her room on her first night in Storm's End, audaciously and recklessly. She could slap him for that. Had he shown discretion, perhaps her heart would not be beating so quickly, for what other reason could it be but fear?
She glanced over her shoulder, praying that no one heard their voices.]
If you mean to be of service, then hand me my robe. [She nodded to the brocade cloth draped over the chair to her vanity. She wasn't about to let him close enough to her hair and the bath was growing tepid. The moment that she was out, the water could be carted away and she could be alone with less fear.
The moment it was brought to her, she stood, pointing her body away from him (though there was little she could do for her buttocks. She was quick to let him slip it on before pulling it tight over herself. Another glare of disapproval, despite allowing him that much. She stepped out and pushed him back towards the balcony.]
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There was no question he would find her alone again. She knew him well enough to expect that, though she had hoped that he may have moved on and found another, now that the chase ended. Instead, he climbed into her room on her first night in Storm's End, audaciously and recklessly. She could slap him for that. Had he shown discretion, perhaps her heart would not be beating so quickly, for what other reason could it be but fear?
She glanced over her shoulder, praying that no one heard their voices.]
If you mean to be of service, then hand me my robe. [She nodded to the brocade cloth draped over the chair to her vanity. She wasn't about to let him close enough to her hair and the bath was growing tepid. The moment that she was out, the water could be carted away and she could be alone with less fear.
The moment it was brought to her, she stood, pointing her body away from him (though there was little she could do for her buttocks. She was quick to let him slip it on before pulling it tight over herself. Another glare of disapproval, despite allowing him that much. She stepped out and pushed him back towards the balcony.]
Talya, have my bath taken away.