Lynn's gaze fell on Myrcella's palm, which was still bleeding.
His brows instantly furrowed into a frown.
The wound wasn't deep, but it looked somewhat gruesome from being tightly clenched.
The crimson blood formed a stark contrast with the girl's fair, almost translucent skin.
Myrcella's green eyes, usually like a clear pool, were now misty, as if large tears would roll down at any second.
Lynn didn't speak.
He just grabbed Myrcella's wrist, pulled her into the room, and then slammed the door shut with a "bang."
This sudden movement made Myrcella's body stiffen almost imperceptibly.
But she quickly relaxed, allowing Lynn to lead her obediently to the table.
Lynn ignored her pitiful appearance, simply retrieving clean linen and wound medicine from a nearby cabinet.
He brought over a basin of clear water and pressed Myrcella's hand into it.
The cold water washed over the wound, causing a slight sting that made Myrcella's body tremble again.
She looked up, her watery green eyes fixed on Lynn's hateful face.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to speak.
Anyone seeing her like this would feel pity.
Yet, a sense of incongruity arose in Lynn's heart.
The change was too sudden.
Just a short while ago, this girl was like an enraged lioness, declaring war on him with the sharpest words and the coldest attitude.
And now, she had transformed into a docile, harmless little white rabbit?
An anomaly suggests a demon.
This was clearly not right!
Lynn finished cleaning Myrcella's wound.
Then he carefully dried it with linen and evenly applied the grass-green ointment to the wound.
Finally, he wrapped it tightly with a clean cloth, layer by layer.
Throughout the entire process, he remained silent.
The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Myrcella seemed on the verge of breaking down from the silence.
"Lord Lynn…"
She finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tearful.
"I… I truly know I was wrong."
"I saw you and Miss Sansa…"
"At that moment… my mind went blank, I was jealous of her, I was afraid… I was afraid you would abandon me…"
Her voice grew softer and softer, eventually becoming suppressed sobs.
"I returned to my room and grew more and more scared the more I thought about it."
"I didn't mean to break things, I just… I just didn't know what to do…"
"If you like Miss Sansa, I can accept it…"
"Please, just don't abandon me…"
As Myrcella spoke, she tightly clutched Lynn's sleeve with her uninjured hand, shaking it gently.
"Please don't be angry with me, okay?"
"I'll never do it again, I'll listen to everything you say…"
Tears finally streamed down her pale cheeks, dripping onto Lynn's hand.
Lynn lowered his gaze, looking at her tear-streaked face.
Good acting.
Much better than the leading actresses in the minstrel troupes in King's Landing.
However, the hint of calculation deep in her eyes, identical to Cersei's, still didn't escape Lynn's notice.
This harmless little princess, after experiencing some hardships, seemed to have learned some things she shouldn't have.
Lynn sighed softly in his heart.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness instantly sinking into a boundless darkness.
Greensight.
Activated.
Countless fragmented images surged into his mind like a tide, and time flowed backward rapidly.
The scene finally stopped at last night.
It froze in Myrcella's bedroom… Lynn's consciousness hovered by Myrcella's bed.
He saw it.
He saw how the usually elegant and proper princess, amidst the embarrassing commotion next door, went from initial fear and disgust, step by step, towards confusion and indulgence.
He saw her curled up in the cold velvet quilt.
The smooth silk nightgown was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her youthful and beautiful body curves, outlining a breathtaking arc.
Her cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy color.
Her green eyes had completely lost focus, covered by a hazy mist.
A soft whimper, like a mosquito.
Escaped from Myrcella's dry lips.
Myrcella's eyes instantly widened.
Her hands gripped the bedsheets beneath her, crumpling the luxurious fabric beyond recognition.
She felt like a fish thrown onto a scorching beach, desperately craving cool seawater.
"Lynn…"
A dreamlike murmur escaped her lips.
"Lord… Lynn…"
Her consciousness was completely blurred.
She didn't know what she was doing, nor what she wanted.
She only knew that she needed him.
She needed the man who had brought her from the glass conservatory of Winterfell into this dirty world.
She needed the man who made her jealous, made her angry, yet also made her hopelessly infatuated.
"Lynn…"
"I want…"
Myrcella's voice was tinged with a sob.
"My Lord…"
"Mm?"
When a hint of dawn appeared in the sky.
Myrcella's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, covered in sweat as if she had just been pulled out of water… Lynn's consciousness withdrew from that enchanting and wild memory.
He slowly opened his eyes.
It turned out that this little girl had seen everything that night.
No wonder she was so angry with him.
Looking at Myrcella, who was still sobbing softly and playing the innocent victim, Lynn's gaze had become incredibly complex.
So much had happened to her.
No wonder her temperament had changed so drastically today.
The Greensight vision switched again.
This time, it was Cersei.
Lynn saw it.
He saw how Cersei walked into that messy room.
He saw how Cersei used her own twisted and cruel rules of survival to "guide" her daughter, who was on the verge of collapse.
He heard the earth-shattering secret that could shake all of Westeros.
He saw Myrcella's face, instantly pale as paper, her worldview completely shattered, when she heard the truth.
He also saw how Cersei spoke of her humiliation and degradation, and her selfish, yet seemingly great sacrifice for her daughter.
What a Cersei Lannister.
What excellent methods.
She actually intended to use this method to completely bind Myrcella to her war chariot.
To turn Myrcella into a madwoman, just like herself, who would stop at nothing for power!
Lynn, of course, would not casually abandon his woman.
He just didn't want it this way.
This would make Lynn feel manipulated by Cersei's petty cleverness.
Moreover, Cersei miscalculated one thing.
She didn't know that all her schemes, all her performances, were nothing but a transparent joke in front of Lynn's eyes, which could see through the past!
Lynn withdrew all his thoughts.
He looked at Myrcella, who was still trying hard to perform, and the anger that had arisen from being deceived had long since vanished.
It was replaced by a complex emotion mixed with pity, amusement, and a hint of admiration.
This girl, after the collapse of her worldview and her mother's almost venomous "guidance," did not become disheartened.
Instead, she learned to disguise herself with astonishing speed.
She learned to use her tears and fragility as weapons.
Myrcella thought she was deceiving him.
She thought she was acting out a tragic play to gain sympathy, following Cersei's script.
She didn't know that her prey had already seen through all her disguises.
He had even glimpsed the deepest, most unbearable, and most real desires of her soul.
What should he do?
Expose her?
Tell her, your little tricks are not worth mentioning in front of me?
Tell her, I know you're not here to apologize, you're here to act?
Tell her, I know what you did to yourself in bed last night, while thinking of me?
No.
That would only push this already fragile girl completely into the abyss.
She would go mad.
She would definitely go mad.
For Cersei, Lynn could stand up and fight.
But Myrcella was different.
Lynn slowly tied the last knot of Myrcella's bandage.
He looked up, gazing at her.
Myrcella was a little angry, but she still maintained her delicate and pitiful appearance, not showing any trace of resentment in her heart.
The script… wasn't supposed to go like this.
According to her mother, she should cry longer, and more sadly.
Until Lynn completely softened and promised her that he would never be involved with other women again.
But now… there was no promise at all?
Was Lynn really that kind of person?
But suddenly.
"I'm sorry."
This time, the one apologizing was Lynn.
Myrcella was stunned.
Her tear-filled green eyes were full of shock and confusion.
"It's my fault."
Lynn stood up, sat beside her, his voice tinged with guilt and self-reproach.
"I shouldn't… shouldn't have let you see those things."
He didn't specify what "those things" were, but Myrcella instantly understood his meaning.
Sansa Stark?
He thought she was like this because of him and Sansa.
Myrcella's heart felt as if something had lightly bumped it.
A more complex sense of grievance welled up.
Yes, I am very angry.
But you have no idea that I'm angry about much more than just that!
"I…"
Myrcella was about to say something, but tears truly fell uncontrollably.
This time, it wasn't an act.
Lynn said nothing more, simply reached out and gently pulled the trembling girl into his embrace.
His embrace was warm and firm.
It carried a reassuring, faint scent of leather and pine.
Myrcella's body stiffened for a moment, instinctively wanting to struggle.
But when her cheek pressed against his warm and strong chest, and she heard his steady heartbeat, all resistance became futile.
The nerve that had been taut all night finally snapped at this moment.
"Waaah—!"
Myrcella could no longer hold back, and like a child who had suffered an immense wrong, she burst into loud sobs in Lynn's arms.
She cried for her lineage, for her mother, for her dirty bloodline.
She also cried for herself, lost and helpless, sinking alone in the darkness.
Lynn simply held her quietly, gently patting her back, letting her tears soak his clothes.
He knew everything.
But he chose to say nothing.
He had to play his role well.
A somewhat slow, somewhat guilty, but sufficiently gentle and patient fiancé.
A harbor where she could let down all her guard and rely on him with peace of mind.
He would use his own methods to piece together this broken princess, little by little.
To achieve this goal, he needed more information.
Lynn held the crying girl in his arms, and Greensight was quietly activated again.
This time, he filtered out the heavy and dark memories.
Like a scholar quickly flipping through books in a library, he searched his mind for the purest, simplest things.
What did she like?
[A scene flashed: She was chasing a fluffy white puppy in the gardens of Casterly Rock, laughing like a little sun.]
[A scene flashed: She was secretly eating a freshly baked lemon cake, sprinkled with powdered sugar, in the The Red Keep's kitchen, puffing air to cool her mouth, but her face was filled with a satisfied smile.]
[A scene flashed: In her room, she clumsily played an ancient song from the Summer Isles on her harp, "the last kiss," over and over again, never tiring of it.]
Puppies.
Cake.
"the last kiss."
Lynn firmly remembered these pieces of information.
The crying in his arms gradually subsided.
Myrcella was tired from crying, like a kitten that had exhausted all its strength, she lay in Lynn's arms, sobbing softly.
She felt much better.
The huge stones pressing on her heart seemed to have been washed away by her tears.
She lifted her head from Lynn's arms, a little embarrassed, her tear-streaked face looking especially endearing.
"I… I'm sorry, I dirtied your clothes."
"It's fine."
Lynn gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, his movements so tender they could melt.
"As long as you're not angry with me anymore, what's a few dirty clothes?"
His eyes were full of tolerance and indulgence.
Myrcella looked at Lynn like this, and her heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.
She suddenly couldn't tell.
Was all of this his acting, or… did he truly care about her?
Perhaps, Mother was right.
Men are all weak-willed.
As long as she acted weak enough, and needed him enough, he would willingly be manipulated by her.
Thinking this, Myrcella's heart became firm again.
"I'm not angry with you anymore."
She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her face showing just the right amount of shyness.
"As long as… as long as you treat me better from now on."
"I promise."
Lynn took her bandaged hand, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed it.
"I will."
This kiss was like an electric current, instantly striking Myrcella.
This made Myrcella suddenly have a fleeting illusion.
Lynn still cared about her?
This thought made her cheeks instantly flush "red," red enough to drip blood.
Like a startled rabbit, she abruptly pulled back her hand and broke free from Lynn's embrace.
"I… I should go back."
Myrcella dropped this sentence and ran off without looking back.
Lynn watched her fleeing back, a curve on his lips that no one noticed.
The little hedgehog was finally willing to show him a tiny crack in her soft underbelly.
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