Minisa loved the sea. The smell, the spray, the feeling of getting lost in the deep blue, the airiness of floating without a care. The Sunset Sea glittered like gold as dusk settled, and Minisa missed it terribly. The waters around King’s Landing gave her little of the same joy that she found in Lannisport, the smell was wrong and the sound of the city could be heard over the waves. She had spent a few hours in the sea, a private spot where most would not be able to find her easily, and was just slipping her gown on when she felt the presence of someone behind her. “See something interesting?” Minisa called, head turned over shoulder to see her peeping tom, her fingers working on the front ties of the light fabric. She cared little about the eyes of others on what was supposedly meant for her husband alone, but any other untoward behavior would be unwanted. Hence the dagger near her feet. “Or do you just peep on all the women who swim?”
