In the hours that followed, Viserys felt the difference.
Nymeria was like a flame, fierce and passionate. Her every move carried a challenge, as though this were a duel.
She looked Viserys straight in the eyes and whispered explicit words in his ear. Even when she lost herself completely, a wild gleam remained in her eyes-the pride and defiance that belonged to the Sand Snakes of Dorne alone.
Tyene, however, was entirely different. She was more like the waters off Dorne, calm on the surface, yet hinting at the danger beneath.
At first, she shyly avoided Viserys's gaze, even breathing with cautious restraint.
But when Viserys began making his moves, she responded with surprising boldness.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Viserys's back, and her voice gradually lost its timid softness as she let herself go. Viserys could feel there was something different about her.
Most captivating were her eyes. Though they had grown hazy, they remained fixed on him, as if she wanted to commit every moment to memory.
Nymeria also loved teasing her, deliberately saying things from beside them that made her blush and her heart race.
The sunlight beyond the window turned from white to yellow, then from yellow to deep red. By the time everything in the room had settled, night had fallen completely.
Tyene lay beside Viserys with her face buried against his chest, exhausted and sound asleep.
But Nymeria was still awake. Lying beside Viserys, she deliberately took a lock of hair between her fingers and tickled his nostrils with it.
After a while, Nymeria stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Viserys, a thoroughly satisfied smile on her lips.
"Now I finally understand why Arianne can't get up in the morning," she said, her voice slightly hoarse.
Viserys lay beside