no time in sliding his unbitten arm securely around his nephew’s waist. "gently now. you strike not hard enough." he drew the latter naturally against his chest, almost enfolding him in an embrace, a spark of amusement kindling within his gaze as he watched him strive to leave a

—— the knight had fully expected as much. he knew right well that lucerys was prone to uttering words that were nowise empty threats. knowing his nature all too well, lips pinched tight until he crossed arms over his white breastplate. his pale grey eyes darkened as he watched

ﾠﾠﾠ⸌ "¿de verdad crees que voy a practicar este tipo de discursos como si fuera incapaz de coquetear sin ser torpe? es cierto que soy raro, pero un poco de sentido común, aegnar. por supuesto, últimamente hace cada vez más frío. si no eres capaz de decir por favor, de todos

—— the knight was a man of words. his fingers capturing the pommel of his dagger, he drew it from its sheath with a sharp movement, closing the distance between himself and lucerys with a perilous swiftness. it was scarce the first time the prince had been accosted so violently.