CHAPTER UPDATE :: SNAKES IN THE GRASS
( a knight's vow )
“And how are you so certain of my own mind, Ser?” Leila shot back, her tone sharper than she intended, drawing closer to the man. The smell of sandalwood hung in the air, mixing with the citrus from her bath that morning. His eyes scanned her figure for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again, “Because you would have wed the King. Because you would be Queen of Westeros and not the Lady Alicent.” She stumbled back, hips colliding with the stone of the balcony railing. Desperate, she reached out to grab something to keep her steady. Ser Criston’s hands wrapped themselves around her waist and her hands found his shoulders.
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