—— the prince felt spoilt. unable to resist the way baelor showered him with affection in the early morning. they had to get up to break their fast, but on the other hand, the sun dissuaded him from getting up now. he could go back to sleep after all . . . what was stopping him?
——— fingertips traced the contours of aegon’s sides, one hand pressing against his waist; drawing him closer to wrap him in his warmth. even in the morning, the damp, cold air seeped through the wide window frame ———. you can sleep.