Beneath the bright moon and starry sky, tree shadows swayed.
"Margaery."
Hearing Gryn's voice, Little Rose turned her eyes, always glistening as if veiled by a layer of moisture, toward him.
She wore a light-blue, round-necked gown, her long wavy hair gathered together and draped over her left shoulder.
After looking Gryn up and down, a curve slowly appeared on her rose-colored lips. She patted the space beside her. "Please, sit."
Her tone mimicked Gryn's, and her eyes had already curved into crescents.
Gryn could not help but smile, though he said nothing.
As he approached, he hesitated slightly before unclasping his cloak and gently draping it over Margaery's shoulders. Only then did he settle firmly into the seat beside her.
"Thank you, kind knight."
Gryn shrugged and swept his gaze around. "Going out in the dead of night is not a good habit."
Without waiting for her reply, he added, "Have you decided what you want me to do for you?"
Margaery tilted her head slightly and studied Gryn again. "Sometimes I wonder whether you are an incomparably devout brown-robed septon."
[Brown-robed septons are ascetics of the Faith of the Seven.]
"Can desire truly be controlled?"
Margaery smelled pleasantly of roses and wine. The Rose Lady seemed to vanish as she extended her hand, pressing her fingertips beneath Marigold.
Little Rose's doe eyes stared unblinkingly into his. "I'm curious."
She spoke softly. "Teach me?"
Just as Gryn reached for Rose's restless little hand, she withdrew it first. Her gaze never moved, and her lovely face bloomed with a smile.
Gryn raised a brow. "Margaery, is this what you seek?"
After his words fell, he saw Little Rose's full breasts rise and fall several times before she managed to squeeze out a quiet, "Mm."
King Gryn seemed not to notice