Under Riverrun 13

"I guessed right. You're interested in my dear uncle as well." Asha shifted her footing, placed one hand on Gryn's shoulder, and bent down to look at him.

As she spoke, she tugged at her collar, letting him glimpse the fullness of her breasts, which looked wonderfully supple.

Lord Gryn merely cast a calm glance at them. "Lady Greyjoy, you're very clever. Indeed, I do not wish to see another source of chaos emerge in the Seven Kingdoms."

"You may call me Asha."

Asha's large eyes trembled slightly. "It seems the mad Crow's Eye has brought great unease to the Green Lands."

"Perhaps you can make things a little easier." Gryn raised his chin slightly, gestured toward the empty chair opposite him, and added, "Please, have a seat, Lady Asha."

Asha elegantly took a sip of wine before slowly setting down her cup. It struck the tabletop with a crisp sound.

Then she smiled faintly, extended her long leg over Gryn's, and shamelessly spread her legs before sitting directly on his lap.

Their eyes met. After a moment of silence, Asha lowered her gaze to the dagger pressed against her lower belly. She suddenly sighed softly, her voice carrying a trace of helplessness. "You're making me seriously doubt my own charm."

"My apologies. As a hunter, some habits are beyond my control." With that, Gryn put away the gift from the Iron Bank—a Valyrian steel dagger.

At this, Asha shifted on his lap. Then she wrapped her arms around Gryn's neck, the corner of her lips curling upward. "I thought I could easily capture the young duke's body and heart. Who would have thought my own heart would be captured first? You're an upright, honest villain..."

Her breathing gradually grew heavier. She moved again and said in a slightly husky