The door swung open.
Lynn walked in.
He wore fitted black clothes, with Longclaw hanging at his waist. His face was expressionless.
Joffrey spun around like an enraged lion.
When he recognized the face of the newcomer, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, red with anger, before even more frenzied hatred replaced it.
It's you!
It really is you!
"What are you doing here?"
Joffrey pointed at Lynn's nose, his voice turning shrill with agitation.
"This is the King's bedchamber! Who gave you permission to enter?"
"Get out!"
He roared as though trying to drown out his own fear.
Lynn ignored his roaring.
His gaze swept over the wreckage strewn across the room before settling on the disheveled woman on the floor, still writhing and unconsciously calling his name.
Liana.
"My lord... I'm so hot..."
"Lord Lynn... please..."
Liana's hazy eyes and wanton moans were like poisoned blades plunging deep into Joffrey's heart.
"Did you hear that?" Joffrey felt as though he was going mad.
He pointed at Liana on the floor and screamed hysterically at Lynn.
"It's your name she's calling! You bastard!"
"She's my wife! The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! What did you do to her?"
"You and her, you filthy pair! You've been making a fool of me all along!"
Lynn finally shifted his gaze from Liana to Joffrey's face.
"I came to take back what belongs to me."
His voice was calm, as though he were stating something perfectly ordinary.
"What belongs to you?" Joffrey froze for a moment, then understood.
He means Liana!
"She's my Queen!" Joffrey roared again.
"Not from today onward."
Lynn walked slowly toward him.
Joffrey instinctively took a step back.
He tried to draw the sword at his waist, but his hand was shaking too badly to grip the