That Next Morning

That next morning you wake up quickly, your memories of the previous night flashing through your mind. You quickly dress yourself before proceeding towards the castle's grand entrance.

You see Lady Shireen standing alone, wearing a simple grey dress.

"John," she said, smiling as she saw you, "I am glad you've made it on time."

"Of course my lady."

"Very good," she replies, "now then, our items have already been packed, so all that is left is to board the carriage."

Shireen walks swiftly ahead of you, and you take advantage of the opportunity to look at her ass through the .fabric of her dress. Soon, the two of you enter the large, waiting carriage.

As you look inside, you note the austere interior - the walls themselves are grey, except for the banner of House Baratheon that hangs opposite the door.

One bed and one bench are there, and as Shireen sits down on the bed, she smiles apologetically while watching you lie down on the bench.

You watch as she looks out the window, as the carriage starts to move, and wonder if you've made the right choice.