~Rhiannon~
"Careful, princess, I may not always be there to catch you."
"Put me down, Lorcan. Now." Rhiannon hissed in embarassment and anger at her second-cousin. Chuckling, the cocky eighteen year old hoisted his cousin up on her feet. "I'v always told you that trousers suit you better; you're not as clumsy in them." He whispered so her mother wouldn't hear him.
"Bastard." Rhiannon growled, ignoring the look of shock on her mother's face.
"Oh, no, cousin! I'm no bastard, I assure you. My parents are happily married." Lorcan laughed, green-blue eyes sparkling.
"You know very well that I didn't mean it like that."
"You didn't? My mistake." Lorcan replied in a amused tone.
Does everything amuse him? Rhiannon asked herself in agitation.
"Lorcan, dear, what are you doing in King's Landing?" Cersei asked, surprised to see her cousin.
"Ah, hello cousin. I just came to talk with your husband about some matters that concern my father's land and such. What of you?" Lorcan said as he bowed and kissed his cousin's extended hand.
Rhiannon glared at the exchange between Lorcan and her mother with distaste. Why couldn't he be such a gentlemen with her? The bastard.
Deep down, Rhiannon knew she was slightly jealous. Or very jealous. Uncle Tyrion had gotten it wrong when he talked of her and Lancel being involved; she couldn't stand Lancel. Then again...she couldn't stand Lorcan either, but either way it didn't matter. She wasn't involved with either of them.
"Rhiannon?" A voice said pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Uh, what?" Rhiannon asked, looking around her.
"Your chambers?" Lorcan snorted.
My chambers!
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