Viserys reached out again, caught her wrist, and gave it a gentle tug.
Rhaenys lost her footing and fell into his arms.
"Viserys," she whispered his name, the corners of her lips lifting despite herself.
Viserys wrapped one arm around her waist and stroked her cheek with his other hand. Her skin was cool, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the hearth.
Seeing the look in Viserys's eyes, as though he wanted to devour her, Rhaenys quickly closed her eyes, her lashes trembling faintly.
Viserys did not hesitate either. He lowered his head and caught her red lips between his own.
Rhaenys's lips were cool as well, but soft and sweet. As she felt his lips press against hers, she tilted her head back slightly and did her best to return his kiss.
A log in the hearth split with a sharp crack. Sparks scattered onto the stone floor and quickly died out.
Viserys's hand slid from Rhaenys's cheek to her neck, his fingertips feeling the beat of her pulse.
Rhaenys's breathing gradually quickened. Her hands crept around the back of Viserys's neck, her fingers threading through his silver hair and gripping it tightly.
Viserys soon deepened the kiss, and Rhaenys could only let out the faintest sigh as she went utterly limp in his arms.
Her hands slid from Viserys's shoulders to his chest, feeling his burning warmth through his armor. Viserys could feel her body trembling slightly, but he knew it was not from the cold.
Only after a long while did Viserys release her lips.
Rhaenys slowly opened her eyes. A thin veil of moisture clouded her violet eyes, and her cheeks were flushed as though the hearth's flames had scorched them.
She panted softly, her lips slightly swollen and red, yet she looked all the