A slave worries for the king

"I am the one with insane plans, Loras. If you start too, who is going to be the voice of reason?" Astrid asks when they find themselves alone.

Loras laughs.

"You just have to ride the dragon, just like you did yesterday. What is the problem?"

"Yesterday it was the heat of the moment. The soldiers were confused, too confused to realize I am not you. It won't happen again. The generals will be humiliated to be led in battle by a girl!" Astrid continues to protest. How could he be so relaxed? Does he really think this madness will go smoothly?

"The generals will have to get used to that sooner or later. You are a dragon rider. Only a fool would be too misogynistic to use that." Loras discusses her worries, starting to undress.

"What are you doing?" Astrid asks, surprised by the sudden view of his bare back.

"I will take a bath. Care to join me?" He asks with his characteristic smirk.

"Can't we finish the conversation?"

"What would be the point of finishing it dirty?"

Astrid roll