"Do you think the King liked them?"

"And we shall look forward to seeing... more of you, Lady Ada Devinn."

"Thank you, Great King Joffrey." you accept the King's farewell and possible invitation to see each other again. The Royal Party continues on its way and when you bow your head in farewell, you suddenly notice...

Somehow, during your curtsy... Your breasts had spilled out from your dress!

"Mother please!" Your sons pleads with you and it dawns on you that you still haven't pushed your breasts back into your dress. With a frustrated sigh, you begin the arduous task of reimprisoning your immense amount of titflesh.

You smile at your son and asking he thought the King lik seeing your breasts. Your Guards, Well used to how you deal with events, chuckle, which sends a shameful tingle down in your core.

With the King and Future Queen gone, you think about the tourney that your son will compete in. It would be a huge one before the Royal Lion and the Northern Rose were wed. Aedan could win this tournament to get a favor from the King. You thought. And the King seemed impressed with you. Perhaps another meeting could deepen their friendship and lead to a more favourable position in Kings Landing.

With the day's end drawing near, you decided to return home and get some rest, or prepare for meeting the King at the tourney.