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Joscelin was beginning to appreciate his room more than ever. Over the months he'd dwelt with the Lannister family, guarding Cersei, he'd begun to experience a great deal of confusion. The way the twins treated him- friendly, but... too friendly. As though they wanted something from him, something his vows forbade him.

His room, as small and plain as it was, provided him a refuge from the whirl of thoughts and emotions that confronted him around the twins. He could meditate or read, and distract himself from the ache of desire that had started to pierce him whenever they were near.