Gentle, sea breeze as upon skin it brushed, carrying upon it’s breath the comforting scent of salt. Near the sea they’d grown, in it’s dancing waves splashed and played as children, till of age they two had become. Naught could compare to the waters near Casterly Rock - Lannister pride yet retained in that sense, somehow viewing the waves he gazed upon as lesser. To partner her turned - partner, no. Goddess, Queen e’er better descriptions to suit better half. After briefest of confirmations none lay near enough to bear witness, he drew close - lips brushing her neck. “ When was it last, that we’ve been able to enjoy this? Alone, together.. with the smell of the ocean overpowering the stench of the rest of King’s Landing?”
