Lyanna’s POV

“No, Your Majesty, I must have lost my mind for a second. Please, don’t take my words to heart,” I pleaded. He scoffed and grabbed my chin roughly.

“Should I just get rid of your tongue?” he said, rubbing his cold fingers against my dry lips. I shivered in fear.

“I… I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” I rasped, and he finally let go of me, lying back on the bed.

“You will be forgiven as long as you don’t leave my side until I fall asleep,” he said, and a gasp ...