{Ryanna’s POV}

I would come to remember this months later, after my exile. During a conversation about how I let myself do that, with Tyrion and Ophelia. Even the next morning when I left his chambers, I didn’t realize I had been drugged.

But that was the past.

And now, here in the present, the voice telling that same story wasn’t mine.

"...And she slipped over the table pouring wine everywhere, and despite the commotion she still left the room, tip-toeing like she was trying not to ...