True Dragon Returns to the Nest 4

"Your sword may be sharp, but your cakes are very sweet." Princess Arianne smiled, revealing neat, white teeth. "I heard that in a tavern, my generous prince."

Gryn seemed to be in a good mood today. Pretending to let out a sigh of relief, he said, "I'm glad you like my cakes. It is my honor."

Princess Arianne fixed her gaze on his smiling eyes, raised her cup for a sip of wine, and said, "That is good news for my father."

Gryn elegantly raised his cup to her, the corner of his lips curling upward. "It is all thanks to you. No one else can deny it."

Arianne's gaze did not leave him. She swirled the wine in her cup, then lifted her chin and drained it in one gulp.

Clang, clang, clang—

The cup she tossed away rolled several times across the stone floor before coming to rest at an angle. Princess Arianne rose and moved closer, lifting herself slightly onto her toes. She wrapped her arms around Gryn's neck.

Then, she frowned faintly and lowered her eyes.

Gryn's sigh reached her. "Arianne, your temptation may shake the solid friendship between us."

Princess Arianne arched her waist, her expression filled with the distinct allure of a Dornish woman. "The pleasures of the flesh can also nourish our friendship."

Her voice turned husky. "Beneath the Iron Throne, atop the Small Council table—what a wonderful memory that would be, Gryn, Your Highness."

After a brief pause, she winked one eye, the corner of her lips slowly rising. "If you enjoy excitement, I can call in the Sand Snake sisters outside."

Gryn's voice held a touch of helplessness. "I'm certain Dorne must be a wonderful place."

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind—*I've worked myself to the bone