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Babysitting the boss’s son’s mistress had never been part of Arthur’s job description when he had first joined Targaryen & Son. Sure, he had had to witness all kinds of unpleasant and even heinous things, but he had grown used to it by now. However, this new things to a whole new level.
Why couldn’t Rhaegar Targaryen behave like every normal man out there? His wife Elia was a beautiful and kind woman who had already given him two children. What the hell did he see in Lyanna Stark that he didn’t in Elia? Arthur didn’t know and he knew better than to ask.
He also didn’t bother to ask Rhaegar why it was so necessary for Lyanna to be holed up in this hotel in Midtown or why he had to cater to the girl’s every whim and run up a bill that his bosses at the CIA wouldn’t have countenanced. “Thousands of dollars on organic tea?” one of his bosses might have asked. “Did they cure cancer?”
Arthur shook his head as he sat at the bar of this hotel late one night and sipped his martini. “What were you into when you were eighteen going on thirty?” he asked a woman nearby and smiled.
