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going to go take a shower & then await my angst fate
//Prepare yourself for the angst.
He was a delicate eater, more inclined to picking at his food and observe his partners than actually eating. Petyr fed himself well enough, and it could never be said that he did not enjoy the finer things, but it never occurred to him to gorge himself. Meals were meant to be savored.
And he did not truly have a sweet tooth—fruits served that purpose well enough, he found—but he could not deny that aspects of Alayne were rubbing off on him. At the very least, having her happy was more than beneficial.
And so it was when she came to him he was licking the sweet cake from his lips, his fingers saved from the messy task by the knife and fork. He greeted his companions with a closed-lip smile, taking in Alayne’s worn appearance, the little lord’s excitement, and everything that could be read in the contrast.
“Whatever you feel is necessary,” he answered Alayne, after giving Robin only the slightest of acknowledgements. With a slight movement of the hand he indicated that she should sit by his side and join in. “If you are to run this household then you must be rested.” Petyr locked eyes with her then, trying to see what she thought about that idea, about the responsibility he was handing her, the power. Idly, he toyed with his knife.
He took another bite of lemoncake, savoring the tang. He broke their gaze to settle on the task of carving, but when the fork clattered back down he flicked his eyes up, catching her staring a bit too boldly on his lips. He said nothing and she looked away, smoothly.
Petyr suppressed a smile.
If it weren’t for her lack of sleep, Alayne would have covered herself in feathers. Mockingbird feathers. And she would play the masking part of this game of thrones, as her lord father did. However at the time, all the darkened auburn could focus on was seating herself next to Robin and grabbing one of he few lemoncakes that lay left. She held it gingerly in her palm, being careful not to crack it or crumble it in any way. It smelled divine, however a voice cut through her again, this time the voice was suggesting a task for her.
Blue hues immediately rush up, catching the green that hooked hers almost immediately; they didn’t let her go. Not until he moved his eyes to the craftsmanship of the table they break fast on. His lips managed to mingle into her gaze, staring at them. Having a brief flashback to their time in the snow with those crystal colored castles. His warm mint-flavored mouth on her own; it was too soon. At the time, she couldn’t savor the sensation that was being offered to her. As a reflect, she could feel heat rise into her cheeks and flush around her chest.
Almost as if she knew that he was to look up, her blues altered away. Instead of saying a word, her members broke off a piece of the lemoncake instead and slid it into her mouth. Alayne chewed it rougher than necessary, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her.
"Did you sleep well, my Sweetrobin?“
Alayne broke the silence, turning to the left of her and giving the boy in the blue cloak a warm smile. He replied with a polite nod, and when she motioned for him to finish up the rest of the food that lay on his plate, he did. Without a single word in complaint. After he finished he wiped his mouth and excused himself out of the room. Saying that he was to get dressed then he and Alayne would go out in the garden together. She agreed, and watched him scurry off.
Gods, the lordling was attached to her.
"Did my lord father sleep well?”
Blues light up at him once more as she takes a bite of a cake.
my heart belongs to another
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He does not plan to follow
the little birds bidding, and
yet his hand slowly drops,
{ so easy to beat her from where it is positioned now, but his fingers curl }
lashes fluttering in offense.❝I choose who I touch.❞
❝And I decide who requires to be touched by me.❞
Her eyes shown as daggers as they seeped into his own. The auburn could easily pull of innocence along with the defiance that she had raised. However, she decided to be bold instead.
"I am to be your queen, my dear king.“
"Perhaps such gracious affection should await our wedding bed.”
