Warmth welled up in Viserys's heart as he looked at her earnest expression.
He bent down and drew her into his arms. "Rhaenys, don't worry. No matter how many others there may be in the future, you and Dany will always hold the highest and most special places in my heart."
She leaned against Viserys's chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat, and murmured a soft assent.
Then they lay quietly together on the bed for a while. The sunlight outside the window was just right, spilling over them with a gentle warmth.
Before long, however, a knock came at the door.
Deep within the Red Keep's Black Cells, the cells were dimly lit, and the air reeked of damp and decay. A thin layer of straw covered the floor, with nothing else besides.
Cersei sat in a corner of her cell, leaning against the wall. She still wore the gown she had been wearing when she was dragged down from the Iron Throne, but now it was crumpled and stained all over with dried blood.
Her long golden hair hung in disarray, and her face had lost its former radiance. Only her green eyes seemed to retain a trace of defiance.
Just then, she heard footsteps and raised her head. A figure wearing a gray robe and a Guard's Cap appeared outside her cell.
"Varys." Once she recognized his face, she spoke in a hoarse, mocking voice. "Well? Have you come to rescue me, or did you make a special trip to laugh at me? Or are you hoping to take this chance to fuck me? Oh, right. I forgot you're a eunuch."
Varys merely stood outside the iron bars without entering. His customary smile remained on his face, utterly unaffected by Cersei's words. "I only came to make