Before long, the cold wind of the North swept a few snowflakes through the Broken Tower's shattered window.
The icy snowflakes landed on Rhaenys's exposed skin, making her shiver and press closer into Viserys's warm embrace.
Viserys tightened his arms around her, holding her more securely, and lowered his head to kiss the dusting of snow on her hair. His body heat melted its chill into faint traces of moisture almost at once.
The northern soldiers in the distant courtyard changed guards again. Even from so far away, Viserys could clearly hear their heavy leather boots crunching through the snow on the battlements.
By the time everything was over, Rhaenys had barely any strength left. Viserys carried her all the way back to their room to rest, and she did not recover until midnight.
That was why Rhaenys had come to the bathhouse so late that night, where she happened to run into Jeyne, who wanted to help bathe Viserys and scrub his back.
"Princess Rhaenys." Once Jeyne realized who stood before her, she hurriedly rose, stepped aside, and curtsied.
Rhaenys waved a hand and walked straight to the wooden tub. She dipped her hand in to test the water, then said evenly, "The temperature is just right."
As she spoke, she turned to Jeyne and continued, "Jeyne, have you been preparing this for Viserys every day lately?"
Rhaenys first glanced at the tub, then fixed her eyes on the scantily dressed Jeyne. The meaning behind her gaze was obvious.
Though Jeyne and Rhaenys were only acquaintances, Jeyne knew that Rhaenys treated people kindly. Now that she had done these things behind her back, she felt ashamed to face her.
She could only nod and lower her head, twisting the hem of her thin dress between her fingers as she