Reverend Father Hart

spent the evening preparing for Mass, as he always did, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Cersei. Their meeti

d the walls she had built around herself. The darkness of her past-the abuse, the betrayals, the years spent on the streets-hung over her like a storm cloud, but Father Hart had

vely. She had begun to trust him, little by little, and for that, he was gr

nerability, her beauty. He had always maintained the barrier between himself and those

ldhood, the memories of her mother, the way she had been abandoned by those who should have cared for her. It had been a painful admission, one that

talked about the loneliness that had driven her to prostitution, his heart ached for her. There

ommitment to the Church, but now, as he sat alone in his office, a t

nzo stepped inside, his usual warm smile replaced by

artled out of his thought

en watching you. For the last few weeks, you've seemed... distracted. More than usua

e. He had been hoping that his growing attachment to her would

Father Hart replied, his voice

. You're a good man, but something's off. I've seen the way you look at her-Ce

"I'm just trying to help her," he said quietly. "She's been through so much. She need

guidance and... well, whatever this is. You're walking a dangerous path, Hart. You're a priest. You'

dn't be ignored. "I'm not blind, either, Lorenzo. I know what I'm feeling. But this is different. She's different. I've never had so

u can't deny it. I've seen you with her-how you care for her, how you listen to her. You're too

uldn't escape. He had crossed a line-one he couldn't uncross. And every day,

plan for this to happen. But I can't just turn my back on her. She's... she's been throu

't help her like this. This... attachment you're forming isn't healthy. It's dangerous. The Chu

enying the consequences if anyone found out about his growing affection for Cersei. It would destr

. Not yet. Not when he could still see the hope in her eyes, not when he kn

ly, his voice low. "But I can't just walk

't lose yourself in this, Hart. You've worked too hard to get w

g in the air long after he had left. He sat there, alone in his off

he reconcile them all? How could he continue to serv

r, but one thing was cert