BERNARD STARK/ CERCI LANNISTER 059

Knock.

Knock.

“Sir.”

Groaning I tried to sit up, but the first thing I noticed was a pair of tiny legs on my chest. Confused my eyes snapped open staring right at Masley’s toes. Somehow she’d shifted where she lay partially on Cerci’s chest and my own. Cerci's legs were entwined with mine as she res...