The night was silent inside the castle, the cold Westerosi wind blew through the cracks in the windows, but inside Baela Targaryen's room, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. A large fireplace crackled on the wall, illuminating the room with a soft light, while the aroma of wine and sweets permeated the air. Baela and I were sitting around a small wooden table, with wine glasses in our hands, smiling and laughing carefree. It was a night to relax, away from responsibilities, away from the intrigues of the court.

Baela raised her wine glass, a mischievous smile on her face. “Truth or dare?” she asked, her gaze piercing and provocative, as she took a sip of the wine. The drink was already starting to warm her cheeks, making her looser, bolder. I looked at her, a mischievous smile also playing on my lips, before responding with a soft laugh.

The game of "truth or dare" started innocently enough, with silly questions and challenges, like who had the messiest hair or who had been with the most people. Baela, with her sharp tongue and fearless personality, didn't hesitate to make bold and sometimes even funny challenges. She liked the energy between us, the way I reacted to each of her provocations.

But as the wine flowed, the atmosphere began to change. The tension between the two of us increased subtly, but Baela wasn't ready to admit what she was beginning to feel. The wine was making her bolder, more impulsive. And the questions began to take on a different tone. Baela watched me carefully, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and then challenged. "Kiss me. Now."