Isobel's cheeks colored at the insinuation. He was newly widowed, after all, and it was terribly improper of her to be so fascinated in him and so interested in making him her husband. It wasn't right, but it was how she felt certainly.
She turned into his touch and closed her eyes slightly, a satisfied little sigh coming from her lips. Oh, but wouldn't it be wonderful to be at his side in court. Elia Martell wouldn't be able to hurt her then.
"Anything I can do for you, I am willing, my Lord Arys."