Inside The Red Keep, whale oil lamps cast flickering shadows on the walls.
Viserys Targaryen sat helplessly in a high-backed chair, looking at his sister, Daenerys Targaryen, in front of him.
At this moment, she sat with a straight back, her silver-gold hair still glowing with a moon-like luster in the dim light.
"I said, I'm staying here tonight."
Daenerys Targaryen, her face flushed, stubbornly said, "Missandei said that the King shouldn't be bewitched by those little vixen!"
These words, of course, were meant for Sansa Stark, the cupbearer standing nearby.
She had reached the age of majority, but Viserys Targaryen had not given any indication of marrying her to be his Queen.
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Clearly, even Daenerys Targaryen felt this matter was improper.
Although House Stark's trial had concluded, this woman still remained in The Red Keep due to Littlefinger's machinations.
Despite this, Viserys Targaryen didn't really care.
What trouble could a mere girl cause?
"Dany, this is not proper. You are a Princess."
Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice.
"Precisely because I am a Princess,"
Daenerys Targaryen subtly lifted her chin, trying to show off her tall figure, "I have the duty to supervise my King brother."
As she spoke, she subtly glanced towards the doorway, looking at Sansa Stark, who was dressed in light clothing.
The daughter of the former Duke of the North indeed possessed a beauty rarely seen in ordinary women.
Her every move was nothing short of an enticement to the new King beside her.
Daenerys Targaryen, of course, knew her little schemes.
She not only tried to use her beauty to tempt Viserys Targaryen to spare House Stark, but also wanted to seize the opportunity to lay claim to the supreme power of the iron throne.
Listening to Daenerys's words of refusal, Viserys Targaryen made a move to get up.
Unexpectedly, Daenerys Targaryen was one step ahead of him: "Brother, she is the descendant of a political enemy. And I need to ensure your safety."
This was not a declaration, but a request born of familial concern.
Listening to Daenerys Targaryen's fabricated excuse, Viserys Targaryen naturally knew her intentions.
He gazed at his sister, his head aching.
At this moment, she stood at the boundary of light and shadow, half concern for family, half desire for power.
Finally, he slowly leaned back against the chair, motioning for Sansa Stark to leave.
This small concession brought a barely perceptible curve to Daenerys Targaryen's lips.
This time, she felt certain of victory.
Seeing Viserys Targaryen's stance, Sansa Stark naturally dared not defy Princess Daenerys.
The next moment, her small hand lightly brushed against Viserys Targaryen's hand, took the wine glass from him, and turned to leave.
As she left, she didn't forget to cast a very seductive glance at Viserys Targaryen.
"Bitch!"
Daenerys Targaryen was almost jumping with anger.
Right in front of her, that Sansa Stark dared to act like this, clearly not putting her, the Princess, in her eyes.
Although her heart was already burning with rage, at this moment she still pretended to be calm and ladylike in front of Viserys Targaryen.
She was not a fledgling begging for the true King's protection; she was a female dragon guarding her territory.
And now, countless young women throughout the Seven Kingdoms wished to ascend to the Queen's throne.
This girl from House Stark was the first competitor she would suppress.
Today, Daenerys Targaryen wanted all the noble ladies to know that only men and toothbrushes should not be shared.
The next moment, at Daenerys Targaryen's signal, an exquisite small bed was moved into Viserys Targaryen's room.
Daenerys sat elegantly on a nearby soft couch, her skirt fanned out in a perfect arc.
Clearly, she had made up her mind to keep a close eye on Viserys tonight, giving no chance to other alluring women.
Finally, the last candle in the room was extinguished by the maid.
Darkness surged in silently like a tide, engulfing the red and black sigil of the Targaryen Family.
Moonlight streamed through the high window, cutting several cold silver patches on the floor.
The two beds were not far apart, separated by a hazy gauze screen.
Viserys Targaryen closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to sleep, to escape this suffocating awkwardness.
However, Daenerys Targaryen clearly did not intend to let him have his way.
"Brother,"
Her voice echoed in the darkness, "Are you asleep?"
"Yes."
Viserys Targaryen replied grumpily, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Oh."
It was quiet for a moment, and just as Viserys Targaryen thought she had settled down, her voice spoke again, "The Red Keep is much quieter at night than Dragonstone, don't you think?"
"Hmm."
"That girl from House Stark... Miss Sansa, the gray dress she wore today, the fabric seemed very good."
Viserys Targaryen frowned, offering no response.
He did not want to discuss any topic about girls with Dany.
However, Daenerys Targaryen did not seem to give up on the topic.
"Is Sister Sansa pretty?"
"Would you like that type?"
"If she tries to seduce you again, will you fall for it?"
...Faced with Daenerys's incessant string of questions, Viserys Targaryen felt his head was about to explode.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Viserys Targaryen was about to be overcome by sleep, the bed beneath his feet dipped ever so slightly.
At this moment, Viserys Targaryen stiffened abruptly, and all his drowsiness instantly vanished.
He dared not move, not even breathe, for fear of disturbing his sister who had just quieted down.
Immediately after, the bedding was carefully lifted at one corner, and then, a soft body, warm and faintly fragrant, silently slid up from his feet, pressing tightly against his chest.
Viserys Targaryen's heart almost stopped beating at that instant.
He could feel the subtle fragrance and softness emanating from the beauty in his arms.
Viserys Targaryen's blood seemed to boil instantly.
Sansa Stark, so unexpectedly bold!
Under Daenerys Targaryen's personal supervision, she still dared to take such a risk!
Just then, seeing that Viserys Targaryen did not object, the "uninvited guest" on him seemed to grow bolder.
She adjusted to a more comfortable position, and then began to carefully remove her clothes.
From the initial awkwardness to gradually becoming familiar, all the confusion was like a lightning bolt that split through Viserys Targaryen's drowsiness.
He suddenly realized something, and turned his head extremely slowly and stiffly.
The moonlight shifted just right, illuminating a small area beside him.
Silver-gold hair, like flowing moonlight, spread across the bed beside him.
Daenerys Targaryen was curled up, facing him.
At this moment, her lips even held a faint, almost imperceptible, satisfied smile.
Clearly, she, who had been 'stolen from', was completely unaware of everything happening beside her.
Viserys Targaryen did not move, nor did he dare to.
He merely whispered a sentence into the ear of the beauty in his arms.
Hearing this, the beauty in his arms trembled violently, then softly hummed, and leaned down.
Viserys Targaryen could even clearly feel the individual hair follicles on her skin standing erect due to nervousness.
The next moment, Viserys Targaryen couldn't help but gasp.
"Hmm? Brother, are you still awake?"
Just as Viserys Targaryen was in shock, a call of "Brother" once again pulled Viserys Targaryen back to reality.