Later on, Lancelot's luck ran out, and he lost.
"Truth or dare?" Myrcella asked.
"I... choose dare," Lancelot replied.
"Excellent. Tonight, at the third watch (around midnight), wait in the Godswood," Margaery instructed.
"What? Walking around at night isn't safe! Especially with King's Landing being such a mixed bag right now. The security is terrible. Janos Slynt complains to the Small Council every day about Gold Cloaks dying every other day," Lancelot protested.
He was telling the truth. Gold Cloaks were indeed dying frequently—some skinned, some poisoned, and some even found with gnaw marks on their corpses.
"That's why it's called a 'dare,' isn't it?" Sansa Stark countered.
"Fine! I'll go tonight. But if you're planning to prank me, just send a servant. Don't go yourselves; it's dangerous for girls at night," Lancelot warned.
That night, Lancelot went alone to the Godswood, leading the Red Charcoal Fire Dragon Steed.
"Doesn't seem like anything's amiss. I bet their plan is to dig a hole for me to fall into at the end."
"It's getting a bit chilly! Let's warm up!"
Lancelot gathered some dry branches and had the Fire Dragon Steed light them with a breath of fire.
Sitting by the fire, Lancelot warmed his hands.
"Even King's Landing feels cold. Has the Citadel released the white ravens to notify all of Westeros that winter is here?" Lancelot speculated.
"I'll ask Grand Maester Pycelle tomorrow!"
As Lancelot warmed himself by the fire, several figures in black began to move stealthily at the edge of the woods.
They wore tight-fitting clothes, moved with agility, and made no sound as they walked. Like professional assassins.
Lancelot was pacing boredly in the woods when suddenly a large net fell from the sky, trapping him, followed by a black cloth covering him completely.
The Red Charcoal Fire Dragon Steed neighed and tried to run but was calmed by someone.
"Shh, don't make noise, it's me!"
A figure in black pulled off her hood, revealing golden hair. Myrcella slowly soothed the horse.
Then she led the horse away and tied it elsewhere.
"How is it? Is he okay?" Myrcella whispered.
"He's fine. Come on, let's tie him up," Margaery said.
When they lifted the black cloth, however, there was no one inside.
"He's gone! Did he burrow into the ground or something?" Sansa Stark exclaimed. Her red hair was striking in the night, like a burning torch.
Just as the three of them were searching for Lancelot, the ground beneath them gave way, forming a deep pit, and all three fell in.
"How did this happen? Did we walk into a trap?"
"Lancelot! He's awful! Couldn't he have gone easy on us?"
"But where is he?"
In the pit, a torch suddenly flared to life.
"Good evening, ladies!" Lancelot said.
His sudden voice startled them.
"So it was you, Lancelot! But how did you escape?" Margaery asked.
"Your net wasn't very strong! I could tear it apart easily," Lancelot explained.
"The dare is over, ladies. Go back! You're all covered in dust now. Go wash up and sleep!" Lancelot yawned.
"Wait a minute, Lancelot!" Margaery suddenly said.
"What is it?" Lancelot asked.
"Look, there's a bat!" Margaery pointed.
"A bat?" Lancelot looked where she was pointing.
Suddenly, he felt something warm press against his lips, and a tongue pry open his teeth.
Lancelot's eyes widened. Margaery, what are you doing?
But a tingling sensation spread from his mouth throughout his body. It tasted better than fine wine.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Margaery pulled away.
"That was to thank you for saving my brother's leg. Just a simple thank you! Don't overthink it!" Margaery said primly.
"Our Lady Margaery has a unique way of expressing gratitude!" Lancelot laughed. He had been forcibly kissed. He needed to find a chance to get even.
Just then, Sansa Stark also approached Lancelot gracefully. Before Lancelot could say anything...
She hugged him tightly and pressed her lips to his. Lancelot was forcibly kissed again. It tasted like roses to him.
"That was also to thank you for saving my brother Bran! Nothing more," Sansa said.
"Sansa, right now your face is as red as your hair," Lancelot observed.
"But, it's impossible between us. Aren't you betrothed to Joffrey?" Lancelot asked.
"It's been cancelled!" Sansa Stark announced.
"When? How did I not know?" He was quite surprised.
"Father and King Robert discussed it and decided that now is the time to defend the realm and for all people to unite against the enemy. We shouldn't be focused on personal romances, so my betrothal to Joffrey was cancelled," Sansa explained.
"That's sudden! Not many people know about this, do they?" Lancelot asked.
"Father told me first! Even Mother doesn't know yet!" she said.
"It's late. Let's get out of here!"
After leaving the pit, Sansa Stark slept in Margaery's room that night.
Lancelot rode a bicycle back to the Red Keep with Myrcella on the back seat and the Red Charcoal Fire Dragon Steed running behind them.
Joffrey was waiting for him in his room; he seemed to have been there for a long time.
"Lancelot, great news! Father cancelled my betrothal to Sansa Stark! I'm so happy! Hahaha!"
Joffrey looked as if he had gone from commoner to noble—perhaps this was the legendary "Single Noble" (bachelor). Lancelot thought.
"Why are you two covered in dust and dirt? Did you go to the sept outside the city again?" Joffrey asked.
"Wait, didn't you go to a dinner with House Tyrell tonight? Did you fall into a pit halfway there?"
Hearing Joffrey's words, Lancelot and Myrcella couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
"What? Did I guess right? You really fell into a pit?" Joffrey felt satisfied with his own wisdom.
"By the way, Father said the Great Council is ending soon. Afterwards, he's taking people to the Kingswood for a hunt, which will also serve as a rally for the troops. I'll bring the compound bow you gave me, and we can hunt together!" Joffrey said.
Lancelot nodded.
After Joffrey left, Myrcella didn't want to leave.
"Can I stay here tonight? I want you to tell me a bedtime story! You haven't told me a story in a long time! Lancelot!" She looked at him with big emerald eyes.
"Alright! Go change into clean pajamas first, then come back!" Lancelot said.
Half an hour later, Lancelot and Myrcella were both in pajamas under the covers—she took Lancelot's bed, and Lancelot slept on a pallet on the floor.
"Once upon a time, there was a Cinderella..."