Davion was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by her sudden movement. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cersei raising his palm and slapping him in the face.
Davion reacted very quickly and grabbed her wrist. The force was not strong, but it was enough to prevent her from moving.
Cersei was dissatisfied and raised his other hand, wanting to continue to slap Davion, but he still held his wrist firmly.
Davion pulled lightly, and Cersei lost his balance, lying on top of him, with his chest pressed against his.
Davion put one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, making it impossible for her to get up no matter how hard she struggled.
In desperation, Cersei bit Davion on the chin, wanting to teach him a lesson.
But Davion was blessed with armor at the moment. When her silver teeth landed on Davion, not only did she not cause any harm, but she bit her own teeth causing pain.
Cersei bit it for a long time. Seeing that Davion followed Old Gods with a calm expression and no reaction at all, he could only reluctantly let go of his mouth.
At this moment, the wooden door of the bedroom was gently pushed open, and Cersei's personal maids seemed to be connected to her soul, and walked in just as she woke up.
They carried toiletries, hot water, and a sumptuous dinner in their hands.
He walked into the bedroom with a calm expression, turning a blind eye to Davion and Cersei whose limbs were entangled on the bed, and still doing his own thing in an orderly manner.
After everything was ready, the maid who had delivered the message yesterday walked to the bed, looked straight away, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful tone:
"Your Majesty the Queen, hot water and dinner are ready."
Cersei doesn't care about his personal affairs being seen by these personal maids.
These maids are all her confidants and have long been accustomed to them.
But she didn't want to let herself appear in such embarrassment and embarrassment in front of them.
She tilted her head slightly and said coldly in Davion's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Sir Davion, why don't you let go?"
Davion likes her look the most.
His mouth was cold and resistant, his expression full of unwillingness, but his body was very honest.
He squinted his eyes slightly and said in a lazy tone:
"Your Majesty the Queen, I was really tired last night. Please let me lie down for a little longer!"
Cersei subconsciously felt the state of Davion's body, and said with a cold snort:
"I see you are still full of energy and energy. Where do you look tired? Let me go quickly!"
Davion stopped talking, just tightened his arms and hugged her tighter.
Cersei struggled for a few times, but still couldn't break free. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and finally he could only raise his head and wink at the maid beside him.
The maids understood this and bowed and retreated outside the curtain, leaving space for the two people on the bed.
Davion lay on the bed for more than ten minutes, his sleepiness completely dissipated, and most of his fatigue faded away.
He exerted a little force, did a neat sit-up, took advantage of the situation to hold Cersei in his arms, and jumped out of the bed.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Cersei couldn't help but let out a scream.
Before she finished speaking, Davion patted her soft buttocks. Cersei subconsciously closed her mouth, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
Davion carried Cersei to the table, poured two glasses of red wine, and then carried her towards the bathtub that was already filled with hot water, and sat straight in. The warm water vapor instantly enveloped the two of them.
As soon as he entered the bathtub, Davion let go of his hand. Cersei, as if he had been granted amnesty, quickly moved to the other end of the bathtub and sat opposite him.
The blush still lingered on her cheeks, but her eyes were as cold as ice, staring at Davion with reluctance.
Davion picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to Cersei: "Your Majesty the Queen, please use it."
Cersei grabbed the wine glass and without any hesitation, he raised his head and drank the red wine in one gulp.
After finishing the drink, she threw the wine glass on the carpet beside the bathtub with a crisp sound to vent her dissatisfaction.
At this time, the maids gently opened the curtain and walked in.
Holding the soap and towel for washing in his hands, he walked to the bathtub with a respectful expression and began to help the two of them wash up.
The two maids who were wiping Cersei's body glanced at her skin inadvertently.
When he saw those slightly blue palm prints and the clearly visible red marks on his neck, he couldn't help but secretly raise his eyes and cast a surprised look at Davion.
They have served Cersei for many years, and they have never seen anyone dare to be so "unruly" to the queen, let alone leave such marks on her body.
Cersei noticed the gazes of the maids, frowned, and glared at them coldly. The two maids instantly calmed down, lowered their heads quickly, and concentrated on wiping Cersei's body.
Immediately, Cersei once again set his sights on Davion, secretly cursing in his heart:
"What is this kid's body made of? Even though I tried so hard, I couldn't leave the slightest trace on his body. Instead, I was covered in bruises. It's really disgusting!"
Davion closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the attentive service of the maids.
He sighed secretly in his heart:
If Harrenhal could have enough wealth, such a luxurious life with clothes on hand and food on hand might be his daily life.
A maid squatted behind him and washed his long hair with warm water.
Another maid took a soft sponge, dipped it in water, and wiped his body carefully.
There was also a maid squatting beside the bathtub, using a soft bristle brush to carefully clean his feet.
Throughout the whole process, he didn't need to move at all, he just had to enjoy it with peace of mind.
"The evil feudal society is really... addictive."
Cersei looked at Davion looking so carefree and content, and the anger in his heart became even more intense. The more he thought about it, the more unconvinced he became.
Her pair of delicate little feet under the water slowly extended to Davion's lower abdomen, and gently pinched his soft flesh with her toes.
Davion instantly noticed her little movement, opened his eyes suddenly, a savage and domineering light flashed in his eyes, and looked straight at Cersei.
Cersei was staring at him when his gaze suddenly collided with hers. Shocked by the strength in his eyes, she subconsciously looked away in panic.
The service of the maids is also coming to an end.
Davion made a splash and stood up from the bathtub, water drops sliding down his strong body.
He waved his hand and said in a deep voice to the maids, "You guys can go out."
Tomorrow is Melee of the Seven, and it is also the last day of Hand's Tourney.
Once the competition is over, he will set off to return to Harrenhal.
I don't know how long it will take to get so close to this Seven Kingdoms queen in the future.
Simply, take advantage of this last chance to have fun all at once.