>>5743958>>5743964>>5743968The stillness is shattered by a voice, piercing through the dimly lit Sept like an arrow. "Who goes there?" The words echo, carrying the weight of potential ruin.
Panic courses through your veins, each beat of your heart screaming danger. If word of your secret affair reaches your father, all you've worked for could crumble. Your legacy, your ambitions – all in peril.
Lysa, with her quick wit, veils her face, trying to blend into the shadows. Yet you're left exposed, your signature silver hair and piercing violet eyes rendering you unmistakable in the castle.
The intruder steps closer, revealing his identity. "Lyonel?" It's Robar, your distant kin and the lad who’s crossed swords with you countless times in the training yard. His eyes reflect a mixture of shock and intrigue, "What in the Seven Hells are you doing here?"
Memories flood back of the times you've sparred with Robar, both verbally and physically. He's always been sharp, keen to learn, and he has a way of noticing the finer details that others often miss. The very idea of him stumbling upon you in such a compromising situation feels like a cruel jest of the gods.
In the harrowing silence, your mind races. Could you take Robar down before he raises the alarm, ensuring your secret remains buried with him? But Robar is no pushover, and even if you succeeded, disposing of the body would be another matter entirely.
Another path unfurls before you: your diplomatic acumen. You could appeal to his sense of discretion, spin a tale of a discreet tryst with a common serving girl too shy to show her face. A young lord's minor indiscretion, nothing more.
Then there's gold – the language that all men understand. Buying Robar's silence could be your way out, provided he values coin over loyalty to your father.
As these choices swirl in your mind, Robar's gaze lingers, weighing, measuring, pondering. The tension is palpable, thick enough to slice through, leaving you suspended in a moment of decision, every outcome balanced on a knife's edge.
>Things I Do For Love: You unsheathe your blade, ready to silence Robar forever and guard your secret with his life.>Diplomatic Acumen: You step forward, voice low and convincing, spinning a tale of a tryst with a shy serving girl.>Gold's Grip: Reaching into your pouch, you present a shimmering offer, hoping to purchase Robar's silence with the glint of coin.>Brotherhood's Bond: You appeal to the kinship you share, invoking past memories and the weight of family ties to ensure his discretion.>Threat's Shadow: You lean in, voice icy and low, warning Robar of dire consequences should word of this tryst reach anyone's ears.>A Future Favor: Promising a debt to be repaid, you hint at future opportunities and advantages in exchange for his present silence.>Heart's Honesty: Taking a deep breath, you come clean about your forbidden romance with your stepmother, imploring Robar to understand the depths of your emotions.>Other 