Lyonel was more than happy to flash her a sweet smile back, and despite him walking by, he turns to her and presses his hand to his chest.
The Lord wriggles his fingers and continues his journey to the library. Once they arrive, he pushes the large double doors open to reveal +
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he sees her cowerβπ¨π°π°π₯βand then spares not another single second on her, instead catching up with the Lord Baratheon.
The way Lyonel saw it, it was different. A once in a lifetime sort of thing and something about that told him to savor it.
One could never tell if this will ever occur again.
And life was too short.
"Just down this hallway."
( it is evident that hasn't occurred to him as the reason why for all this.
So, Lyonel looks surprised. Though, he shouldn't be. Not really.)
Do you really need me to show you the books I possess, Princeling? You could simply head to the library.
( Arches a brow )
The embrace was just what he required in the moment. Lyonel's eyes close, taking in that familiar scent of Aemond. How it comforts him so...
Once he feels him lean back, Lyonel opens his eyes to look at him. He hadn't had enough of that embrace. It wasn't even close.
A β
He adored that look in his eye. Of course, he did. Lyonel leans into that touch and closes his eyes just as his lips brush against the prince's.
A firm, yet gentle kiss follows.
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the tip of his thumb grazing his cheek before deliberately tracing it back up and down.
"π©π."
Lyonel's eyes were all over. Not in avoidance but keeping up with his guests. It was /his / party after all.
It wasn't until he felt Aemond's hand on his knee that he looked back at his pals lover. He gives him a look that was almost apologetic.
'im sorry that I was looking β
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cheek brushing against his shoulder before they continued to exchange glances.
he no longer wished to look at anyone else, but only at him. left hand delicately and surreptitiously slipped under the table, around his lord's knee.



