——— aemond passed to one side of criston cole, gently clutching his shoulder as he crossed the door in his mother’s rooms. for a few seconds he stood there, not knowing if he should approach or stay there until his mother ordered him ———.
there is no reason.
mh? do you need to rest?
try it, my love.
——— it wasn’t a hard bite, just the pressure of his teeth against his skin—more like that of a possessive dog than a prince. aethelstan burst out laughing and tilted his head back to look at him, which only made the prince intensify his gaze with amusement.
aemond moved back just a few centimeters, watching him with his single visible eye narrowed ———.
i am considering it. ——— fingers finally gripped snow’s waist, pulling him closer to bite him again ———.