Silence lingered behind the door for a moment.
"Come in."
With a creak, the heavy stone door was pushed open a crack from within.
Without hesitating, Margaery stepped barefoot into the bedchamber belonging to the King Beyond the Wall.
The room was warmer than she had imagined.
Flames roared in the enormous fireplace, bathing the entire room in light.
Lynn stood before the fireplace, bare-chested, wearing only a simple pair of black trousers.
The firelight outlined muscles as perfect as a sculpture from Ancient Greece, brimming with explosive strength.
He did not turn around. He merely watched the dancing flames, as though her arrival meant nothing to him.
Margaery's heart skipped a beat.
She slowly approached him from behind, and the smoky fragrance of burning pinewood mingled with his distinctive scent filled her nose.
"My lord."
Margaery spoke softly, her voice almost dripping with tenderness.
Lynn finally turned around.
His gaze settled on Margaery, examining her carefully from head to toe.
In the firelight, the black silk nightgown revealed every curve of her full, mature figure.
She could feel the heat of his gaze, like two flames threatening to set the thin fabric ablaze.
"Is this your bargaining chip?"
There was no hint of emotion in Lynn's voice.
"Only part of it."
An alluring blush rose on Margaery's face. She stepped forward, almost pressing herself against him.
She tilted her head up, her beautiful brown eyes shimmering with an almost irresistible allure.
"My body. My loyalty."
"All you need to do is say yes."
"Is that so?"
Lynn reached out, lightly trailing his fingertips across her smooth cheek.
The cold touch made Margaery shiver slightly.
"The Baratheons want to marry me too. They want to make me queen."
Margaery's breathing quickened. She caught Lynn's hand and placed it over the