“Lie back down. Bed’ll get cold if you don’t lie back down.” “By the Seven, I am lost,” you breathe. Lyonel grasps you tighter, landing his incisors lightly into your shoulder. A small, sharp nip demands your attention, knocking you into the moment. It’s an oddly comforting gesture – and not unpleasant. “You’re agonizing,” he finally mutters into your skin. “Best not to agonize.”
Once upon a time, there was a woman who decided to run away. What she didn't know was that the Seven were going to lead her home. And sometimes "home" is a fortress with thick walls, the clever daughter of a nobleman, and a stag.
*Rings dinner bell*
Come and get it, my loves!
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