There's a buzz in my spine as I make my way to Ser Gray's room in the manor. A bottle of honey mead weighs heavy in my hand, and my other can't seem to stop fidgeting. I can't remember the last time I was so jumpy about a tryst.
Then again, I can't remember the last time I knew about a tryst before it was happening. I've gotten rather used to going with the flow, to letting the moment take me away. Knowing about it hours beforehand, having time for the nerves to simmer, is an entirely different matter.
Not that I'm having doubts, not for a second. But I want this to be good. It's taken a while for Gray to soften with me. I want this to be good for them.
A spike of fear digs into me as I raise my hand to knock at their door. What if they changed their mind? What if they close off again, or pretend nothing happened between us? What if they aren't even here?
I swallow my fear and knock.
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