Catelyn hated the stairs of the white tower, it was the third time she had missed her footing and she didn't know how much more before she broke her neck, but she hated them regardless of what waited for her above.

She made up her mind that if she ever became queen she was going to knockdown these towers, why did they have to be So high? What happened to vertical buildings? She thought to herself, but she was rounding at the last steps when she felt someone lift her up.

The perfume smell that she would never forget, she felt her lips taken in a kiss as she tried to fight her way for some air.

“I'm sorry my love, sometimes I forget how passionate I can be” Thalia called out as she dropped Catylen on the floor.

After a couple of deep breaths, Catylen felt her breath return to normal. She didn't want to die from a kiss and be known as the whore who died being kissed by a giant.

She wondered if Thalia found out about her and edric, what would she do? Would she squeeze her neck until her head snaps off her body, she had seen Thalia snap small trees in half for the fun of it.

She didn't realize that she had swallowed hard for the fear of it—but was she really afraid? Fear does not make her heart jump from excitement, she felt like she was controlling two powerhouses, the brain and the muscle, who could possibly stop her?

Her mind went back to the time, her father had informed her that the royal family had asked for her hand in marriage, how excited she was—she had always known herself to be a beautiful woman and finally the crown had seen her worth.

Only for her excitement to die down when she realized that she was getting married to the halfwit, the bastard, and outcast of the family.

She begged her father not to let her go, she threatened to jump from the highest point to the iron castle—if she ever got the opportunity to live in it, from what she heard he had been sent to blightrock to rule as lord more of a banishment.

When prince edric had approached her in the royal black gardens, she knew her luck haven't run dry just yet, she was still a maiden promised to another, but she remembered when he took her first time under the moon light and all that he had promised her.

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But it wasn't enough for her, what was the security that he would ascend the throne? She needed more, so when the giant princess had approached her during the winter balls she didn't reject her hand and since has been shared by two siblings. “You look rather lovely today, ”Thalia complimented her as she ran her hand down her dress.

“So Do you my love” Catylen replied, she felt Thalia's rough hand rub on her thigh as she pulled up her milk dress with gold roses the color of her house.

Thalia was dressed in a white sleeve and with large black pants and a red scarf over her neck serving as a tie, she wore black boots that reached her ankle but Catylen guessed it would probably be up to her knees if she managed to fit them.

“Where is your guard my love?” Catylen asked.

“Boris? Oh, he is likely somewhere in the castle ball deep in with some maiden with lies of offering her some good life” Thalia replied as she lifted Catylen gown even higher revealing her pink thigh, and she placed a kiss on it.

Her hand pulled her dress of her shoulder to reveal her firm blossoms, she lifted Catylen over the large table and tore off her dress entirely as she kissed her belly going down slowly, Catylen's hands were on her head guiding her and holding her in place as she tried to contain her moans.

She was going to enjoy the little pleasures even if it meant her life was at risk.

Ivo hoped that nobody would realize that they weren't in the castle, he didn't care much and could just come up with an excuse, but he didn't also want the unnecessary attention.

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud thud sound coming from the fighting ring below as the small crowd cheered and bellowed.

He locked eyes with the figure in black mask as he nodded at the figure, who turned to tackle the man that ran toward him.

She is rather strong, Ivo thought as he watched Melisa knock down her opponents like rag dolls, it was more like she was showing off taking her time for the pleasure of the crowds.

She certainly loved the theatrics doesn't she, Ivo thought, but it was already coming to an end as no other opponent could face her.

Ivo had been sneaking out with Melisa to a private fighting event to test out her skills, from the book he knew that she was a born fighter topping it with giant blood she got from her father, she was a match for the twins.

He needed her to be a match as his plans depended on it, Melisa walked up to him slowly.

She was no longer wearing the black mask, jacket, and pants with high knee boots but was now in a red dress with small black and gold flower prints, she stood behind his chair and began to roll off before someone saw them.

They were already on the square when the bell began to ring, Ivo didn't like the loud sound, it irritated him.

They have been ringing like that for quite a while now, Ivo complained, but Melisa didn't reply.

“What is wrong—”

“The king has returned, the king has returned ” echoed through the city as people rushed to the gates.

Ivo turned to Melisa as she returned his stare.

“Take me to the castle quickly

” he called out.