"Mmno. I see your eyes." He coos at the sweet little bundle. "All you."
"Erik's, papa.." she chuckles softly at her correction, "she has just about everything else that's mine."
How does he approach the lady without startling her? π§
β Wandering halls, small candle held in fingers . Another sleepless night .
"Oh. She has your eyes." He smiles and snuggles against the sweet little bundle. He finally has a grandchild!
"isn't she?" a proud smile, resting her hand against his shoulder.
Little gasp. "Oh, my sweet girl. Come here." He whispers and takes the little baby.
Carefully places Nadja into his arms. She must nap.
His words are firm and hard spoken. Like anything he'd say to him with that resolve. He was a wonder. Lyonel would like to think so. He's never cared much for Targaryens but Aemond was different. And for now, he brushes his thumb on his cheek and cocks his head. "You must be aware of the+
they can never tarnish my reputation as I share my sheets with a lover." he gently let him touch his cheek; instinctively letting himself into the touch, he hum with a slight frustration, thinking back to his words.
"That's hardly what I'm concerned about and you know this." He leans in to steal a small kiss. Not out of want, but out of need. "I barely see you as it is and you are a prince. It's much more of a scandal for you than it is for me." He whispers, his hand rests on Aemond's cheek.
he barely forgot that the latter had children and that they were still unaware of anything.
He'd hope it would last, too. Lyonel's eyes flicked around cautiously before reaching out for the pale haired man. A hand rests on his waist. "I've been hoping to bump into you."
waiting to hear what the lord had in mind. aemond seemed to be having a good dayβΈΊfor onceβΈΊand hoped it would last.
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