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Lynn watched Myrcella's fleeing back until that touch of white completely disappeared around the corridor corner.
He withdrew his gaze, looked down at his tunic soaked with tears, then at the basin of bloody water used to clean the wound on the table.
Now, he needed some props to thoroughly destroy the fragile defense line Cersei had just built in Myrcella.
If he was too late, this little girl would be completely ruined by Cersei!
No time to lose!
Lynn walked to the desk, spread out a piece of parchment, dipped the quill in ink, and quickly wrote a few lines.
He was going to start a precision strike on Myrcella.
He didn't use Varys's intelligence network spread throughout King's Landing, but directly called the captain of his own guard.
"Find a pure white curly-haired puppy, the most docile and clingy kind."
"Must be curly-haired!"
"Then go to the Red Keep's kitchen and have them bake a lemon cake with the best ingredients, sprinkled with double the white sugar."
"Finally, go to the best musician in the city and find me a lute, I want the best one."
Although the captain was confused, he accepted the order without hesitation and left.
Having done all this, Lynn sat in the chair and closed his eyes.
In his mind, the melody of that ancient song from the Summer Isles, "The Last Kiss," echoed over and over again.
He had no sound magic, but he had Greensight.
---
The day before the wedding.
In Myrcella's room, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.
The maids were silent as cicadas in winter.
They walked on tiptoe.
Afraid of making a sound and disturbing the princess sitting by the window in a daze.
Myrcella had been sitting like this for a whole day.
She didn't speak or eat, just staring blankly out the window.
She was thinking about that secret, about that man, about her pathetic and laughable destiny.
Sigh.
She was about to marry Lynn...
Just then, a gentle knock sounded on the door.
"Princess."
A timid maid's voice came from outside.
"Lord Lynn... is here to see you."
Myrcella's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
What was he doing here?
"Let him in."
Myrcella steadied her mind, and just as she spoke, the door was pushed open.
Lynn walked in.
He wasn't wearing that black leather armor symbolizing power today, but had changed into a simple white linen shirt.
He looked less sharp and more gentle.
He held a silver tray in his hand, covered with a velvet cloth.
"Heard you haven't eaten all day."
"Here, I prepared this specially for you; see if you have any appetite."
Lynn walked to Myrcella, placed the tray on the table beside her, and lifted the cloth.
A rich, sweet smell of caramel instantly filled the room.
It was a freshly baked lemon cake.
On the golden cake body, a thick layer of white sugar was sprinkled.
It looked tempting to the extreme.
Myrcella's heart felt pricked by something neither light nor heavy.
Lemon cake?
Her favorite dessert!
Was this a coincidence?
"Taste it?"
Lynn cut a small piece and brought it to her lips with a silver fork to feed her personally.
Myrcella looked at Lynn.
In those empty green eyes, a ripple finally appeared.
She didn't refuse.
She opened her mouth and docilely took the piece of cake.
The warm cake melted on the tip of her tongue.
That sweet taste she missed exploded on her taste buds instantly.
Sweet.
Delicious.
So delicious it made her want to cry.
"I..."
Just as Myrcella wanted to say something.
From outside the door came the sound of eager claws scratching the door, mixed with a few "woo woo" sounds of a small animal.
"What sound is that?"
Myrcella asked instinctively.
Lynn didn't answer, just turned and opened the door.
A snow-white ball of fur rushed in like a bolt of lightning.
It pounced straight to Myrcella's feet, rubbing its furry little head affectionately against the hem of her skirt.
That tail wagged like a rapidly spinning windmill.
This was a pure white curly-haired puppy without a single stray hair.
A pair of obsidian-like wet eyes were looking at her expectantly.
Boom——!
Myrcella's head felt like something exploded inside.
She stared blankly at this enthusiastic little guy at her feet, the floodgates of memory bursting open instantly.
She remembered her days at Casterly Rock.
Remembered that carefree afternoon; she was just like this, chasing a similarly snow-white curly-haired puppy in the garden.
That was one of the few true joys in her entire childhood.
But that puppy died accidentally the day before she left Casterly Rock for King's Landing.
She cried a lot for it.
Since then, she had never kept any pets again.
"You... how did you..."
Myrcella's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.
She slowly squatted down, reaching out, gently stroking the puppy's soft fur.
The puppy squinted comfortably, extended a pink tongue, and licked her fingertips.
Warm, wet.
Myrcella's eyes reddened instantly.
"I guessed you would definitely like it."
Lynn's voice, like a feather, gently scratched her softest heartstrings.
Myrcella looked up.
Those misty green eyes stared fixedly at Lynn.
"How did you know?"
"How could you know these things?!"
Her voice was filled with incomprehensible confusion and shock.
Lemon cake, perhaps a coincidence.
But this dog...
This could absolutely not be a coincidence!
It was as if Lynn broke into her memories sealed for years.
Then dug out her most cherished, and most hidden treasure again, and presented it before her!
"Because I was listening."
Lynn walked to Myrcella's side, half-squatting, level with her.
"Listening?"
"Yes."
Lynn's gaze was gentle enough to melt ice.
"I was listening to your heartbeat, listening to your breathing, listening to the murmurs in your every dream."
"They told me what you like, what you fear, and what you long for."
Myrcella was thoroughly stunned.
She looked into Lynn's deep eyes, as if about to be completely swallowed by that gentle ocean.
He said he was listening.
He had been listening all along.
So, he wasn't indifferent.
He was just...
Watching her silently in his own way?
This realization, like a scorching warm current, instantly washed away all the defenses she built up with indifference and disguise.
Lynn knew this wasn't enough.
Lynn took out an antique-styled lute from behind him.
He didn't say another word, just sat cross-legged on the floor, holding the lute in his arms, slender fingers gently plucking the strings.
Ding——
A crisp note sounded in the silent room.
Immediately after, a melody somewhat unfamiliar yet incredibly familiar slowly flowed out.
That melody carried the dampness of the islands, the residual warmth of the sunset, and an unspeakable sadness.
"The Last Kiss."
It was the ancient song she only dared to play clumsily with her small harp over and over in the dead of night when no one was around.
It was the secret hidden deep in her heart, never mentioned to anyone!
The song was just as sweet and moving as the view of love she originally yearned for.
Myrcella's breathing stopped completely at this moment.
She looked at the man sitting on the floor, playing this secret song for her.
Listening to the tune that was clearly practiced intentionally.
Tears finally rolled down uncontrollably like broken pearls.
A scam.
It's all a scam!
Mother said love is a lie, power is reality.
Mother said men are cheap bones, to be manipulated and controlled by means.
But now...
If this was also Lynn acting.
Then this play was simply too realistic, too moving, too... irresistible for her.
How could he know?
How on earth did he know all this?!
In this world, besides herself, no one else knew this secret!
Unless...
Unless he really was as he said!
He could really hear the voice in her heart!
He really... cared about her!
He absolutely wasn't acting!
This thought, like a wildly growing vine, instantly wrapped around Myrcella's entire heart.
She looked at Lynn, at his profile appearing incredibly gentle in the candlelight.
She suddenly felt.
Her origin, her mother's madness, the kingdom's conspiracies, Lynn's fickleness...
At this moment, all became unimportant.
She only knew.
The man before her belonged to her.
And could only belong to her.
Anyone who wanted to snatch him away from her side.
Whether it was that Ygritte from the North, or those two Stark vixens...
Could all go to hell!
---
The Wedding Day.
Morning light, like a thin layer of golden gauze, lazily covered every inch of tiles in King's Landing.
The usual cries of fishmongers and bakers were drowned out today by a grander, more frenzied noise.
The whole city woke up!
Just to witness a wedding grand enough to go down in history.