She had only dared to open the door because she believed no one would dare do anything wicked in the Dragonlord's castle. Once she saw Viserys standing outside, she hurriedly unfastened the chain beside the door and let him in.
Then she quickly curtsied, not daring to look up at Viserys again. "Your Majesty Viserys..."
Viserys merely waved a hand to dismiss the formalities, then stepped over the threshold and into the room.
A faint scent of beeswax hung in the room. Roslin, who had just been sitting beside the bed, hurried to her feet when he entered. Another maid standing nearby quickly moved against the wall and dutifully lowered her head.
Roslin stood beside the bed. She had taken off the pale blue gown she had worn to the banquet and changed into a dark green nightdress. Her long, slightly wavy brown hair had also been let down from its earlier updo, falling over her smooth, fair shoulders and back.
In the candlelight, an alluring blush tinged her face, her cheeks full and youthful. Her rosy lips parted slightly, as though she had never expected anyone to visit at this hour. But once she clearly saw who it was, her breath caught.
"Your Majesty Viserys." Her voice sounded nervous, and her hands closed around the ties at the front of her nightdress, her knuckles tightening slightly. "What brings you here? I thought you would stay in the King's Tower with Princess Rhaenys tonight. I haven't prepared anything."
"I just came to sit with you." Viserys walked straight to her bed and sat down, moving casually, as though he had long been accustomed to being here.
And indeed, he had often visited during the early days of his relationship with Roslin. Of those currently in the Red Keep, only she