Catelyn Stark, formerly Catelyn Tully, had come to her when her husband and children were killed. Hurt danced in her eyes even as she pledged her love to Rhaenys Targaryen. Her Queen, the Queen who never was but always would be for Catelyn.     Love as loyalty was rare, even now. Catelyn’s fear and need had bonded them close, especially when Corlys had died in Rhaenys’ place, leaving her to rule alone as she mourned her love. Now, though, she had Catelyn, whose gentle honest love was a balm she had never expected to find.     Danger would follow Catelyn, the woman tucked behind Rhaenys even as Meleys set the men aflame, a roaring anger that Rhaenys had never voiced came from Meleys instead. Once home Catelyn had followed Rhaenys in silence to their bedroom, curling close with a soft, contented sigh.     Rhaenys’ fingers thread through the copper-brown hair that falls loosely around Catelyn’s shoulders, her lips pressed to her hairline. It’s peace, she thinks, peace and loyalty, that allow her to love Catelyn so well.

It starts with both Tamerlane Usher and Camille L’Espanaye hiding their feelings by flirting with the wrong partners, Victorine LaFourcade seems more than a little confused and Morella Usher is more than a little lost at the same time.     It takes time for Tamerlane to admit defeat, walking away and excusing herself as she finds Camille, the two side by side as she finally speaks, her honesty quieter than usual.    “This is a mess, why don’t we just... try?”    Camille wants to protest, but as she watches Tamerlane, softly shy Tamerlane, risk it all, she finds she is driven to do the same, glancing back at Tamerlane and Victorine with a small smile, they do make a good couple. 

Victorine wasn’t quite sure how to react to Camille’s quiet, almost sobbed, admission of feelings. It had been clear for a while they both felt something for each other, Victorine hiding it better since she was neither high nor drunk when Camille, at least at present, was both.     “You hate me...”    Camille’s voice is thick with emotion and Victorine sighs softly.    “No Cami, I don’t... but you are drunk... and high.”    “M’afraid you’d hate me.”    “That’s actually not possible. You drive me crazy Camille... but I love you.”    Later, as Camille finally falls asleep, Victorine wonders what they do now. It won’t be easy to adjust.