[ Rhaenyra's starting is small, slight, but still apparent when it comes. The truth of the matter is that they have not asked each other for such things, in the past — that, for all the nights they have shared a bed and come together with the strong intention of making another heir, of strengthening their line, the nights of sole intimacy became fewer and further in between.
Never had she sought him out during his baths, and the same had been true for him, but he had tended to her so sweetly when she'd needed him the most, quiet and unsettled after her death and resurrection, bathed her with hands as careful and gentle as a maester's — hands that would sooner choose to hold a sword than give comfort to another. Yet comfort he had given, and through them she had been returned to herself.
Rhaenyra nods, quietly, in assent, when he asks — because he's asked, and because she finds she cannot deny him, even if the thought of denial had never crossed her mind to begin with. ]
I will.
[ If this will restore him too, she'll draw him into her arms, let him recline against her body as she curves herself around him, soothe him with kisses as she cleans the singed ends of his hair. There is little she would not do, now, in these moments that are reserved for them alone. ]
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Never had she sought him out during his baths, and the same had been true for him, but he had tended to her so sweetly when she'd needed him the most, quiet and unsettled after her death and resurrection, bathed her with hands as careful and gentle as a maester's — hands that would sooner choose to hold a sword than give comfort to another. Yet comfort he had given, and through them she had been returned to herself.
Rhaenyra nods, quietly, in assent, when he asks — because he's asked, and because she finds she cannot deny him, even if the thought of denial had never crossed her mind to begin with. ]
I will.
[ If this will restore him too, she'll draw him into her arms, let him recline against her body as she curves herself around him, soothe him with kisses as she cleans the singed ends of his hair. There is little she would not do, now, in these moments that are reserved for them alone. ]