She walked over to Viserys and gazed at him with dewy eyes. "Your Majesty, I always feel that I can only be safe when I'm close to you."
An alluring fragrance wafted from her, though he could not tell whether it was her natural scent or perfume.
She rested her hand lightly on Viserys's arm, her fingertips cool.
"Your Majesty, are you tired? My mother taught me a few ways to relieve fatigue..." Her voice grew softer and more suggestive as she slowly leaned closer. The neckline of her nightdress fell slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a swath of fair skin.
She was indeed beautiful, and that blend of melancholy and allure would have been devastating to most men.
"Are you good at this?" Viserys looked down at her, his tone unreadable.
A blush spread across her face, yet her gaze met his more boldly. "This is my first time. I only want to serve Your Majesty with everything I have."
What followed seemed to unfold naturally. Viserys cooperated throughout, even acting utterly enthralled. Afterward, Liana curled up in his arms, her voice languid and satisfied. "Your Majesty, I wish I could stay by your side forever."
"You can stay." Viserys stroked her silver hair, his tone gentle.
A flicker of triumph crossed Liana's eyes-the look of someone whose plan had succeeded. She thought this young Dragonlord was nothing more than a lustful man who had already fallen into her sweet trap.
After that, word of Viserys's "favor" toward Liana spread through the castle. He allowed her to visit the Dragonpit and shared private dinners with her. Liana's smile grew brighter, and her manner gradually lost some of its reserve, gaining the pride of a "favorite."
Her vigilance also gradually slackened under his "affection." She began discreetly asking after