The door to the chamber Quinn used was opened by a guard.
Quinn looked up from the book he kept himself busy with and smiled upon seeing who walked into the room.
"When I asked for the king to send me a companion, I did not think he would so gracefully offer his son to lie in bed with me. I had a growing interest in your wife, but you would do," Quinn said, closing the book.
"Not even in your dreams would something so sinful happen. You wanted an audience, and here we are. You've fallen so far since I last saw you," Tyrion said as he walked further into the room.
"Fallen?" Quinn chuckled. "I have the prince in my home. A pleasure not many can speak of. Must I still refer to you as a prince? You did abandon the palace. Please say that I can call you whatever I like."
"He is a prince, and you must be careful how you speak to him. You are on thin ice, Quinn. You would receive a lighter punishment if you spoke now," said Mark.
