Lyanna’s POV

I waited patiently for him to speak, but he seemed to enjoy torturing me with his silence. My throat grew dry as he rubbed his claws over my dry lips, as if he enjoyed watching me lose my breath.

“The first choice is being thrown into the dungeon for committing treason,” he said, and my eyes glistened with fear.

Not good.

“Or you can join my harem, letting me bestow upon you my royal favor,” he rasped.

Terrible. I would rather consume poison and atone for my sins ...