Baelor makes it a point to know everyone who works in the Red Keep. It is important to be mindful of the people who work so hard for them, as they could not rule without their support.

He notices the new face immediately but sees she is also trying to keep a low profile. Either painfully shy, intimidated, or just not wanting to make a fuss, Baelor isn't sure. But he respects her wishes.

The prince is still kind and courteous whenever she is near or in the room. Keeping his voice soft as not to startle them. Hoping she might come out of her shell.

Because Maekar is not the diplomat nor social architect his older brother is, people think he isn't paying attention. But he is.

His silence allows him to be more observant while others prattle on endlessly. Noticing things others miss, like the new maid in the corner. Bright as a new Talon and not beat down by the hard work, she sticks out like a sore thumb in a way.

Maekar will not acknowledge her though. He is honestly jealous she gets to slink away. He certainly wishes he could.

Dunc has spent most of his like trying to be invisible; unsuccessfully with his height. So he knows when someone is trying to be inconspicuous.

They probably want to hide away from all the leering eyes and other drunks in the tavern (not that Dunc was drunk mind you). He knows that road side inns are now always safe for women, even if they work there, but he hopes he hasn't added to her anixties.

Dunc tries to be polite and hospitable. Offering her a soft smile when their eyes meet once or twice, but wonders if that might not be adding to her stresses with a strange man smiling at her. He decides to just stare at his cup instead.

Aerion has no care for the servants of the Keep. Equally bland, faceless, invisible mounds of flesh always in his periphery. Annoying, skittering shadows.

The only reason he notices the new maid is because she is trying to hide from him. A fact that not necessarily intrigues or amuses him, but does make him wonder what the reason is. Has she heard stories of him? Lies? What tales has she heard of him that she should hide from her prince?

Dick always thought he was very cat like. Graceful. Agile reflexes. Always landed on his feet. Only now he felt like one hung out to dry.

The acrobat even hissed when he stood up from the couch. His back incredibly stiff & tight still from going through a wall. Damn villains had no respect for public property or historic buildings.

“Your back still hurting you?” [Y/N] asked from their end on the couch.

“A little.” Dick told them. He didn’t want them to worry, nor let on how much it was bothering him.

Of course, Dick wasn’t the only detective in the household, and they quickly saw through him. Giving him some probing questions about his condition, which Dick brushed off or tried to ignore, before settling on what he could only assume was bribery as they offered him a massage. That Dick could not ignore.

Heading for the bedroom, with lighter steps than Dick had managed in days, the former Boy Wonder took off his t-shirt and laid face down on the bed in just his shorts. Nearly giddy for some attention.

“Try to relax. Ok?” [Y/N] encouraged as they straddled his lower back.

Their hands were warm as they glided down his back. Dick recognized the smell of their lotion from the nightstand. They must have put it on to help work over his muscles a little easier.

As the knead into a knot by his shoulder blades, Dick groaned into the pillow. It felt so good. Verging on that delicious kind of pain when someone worked on your back. Between too much and just right. They work the knot out then move further down his back. Pressing into spots Dick knew were tender but didn’t care.

“You need to be more careful.” His partner scolded him. Obviously sensing he was just comfortable enough to be lightly scolded.

“I know.” Dick replied. Voice a little drowsy sounding from the relaxed state they put him in.

“You can’t keep letting yourself take hits like this, Dick. You might not bounce back next time. Do you want to end up like Bats?” They asked him. “Pissing out of a tube before some psychic doctor comes to knit your spine back into place.”

Dick remembered how hard it had been on Bruce when he broke his back. Not just the physical, but the mental anguish it caused. Injuries were apart of being a superhero but….Dick could agree he didn’t need to be so daring all the time. “I’ll try to be more careful.”

Astarion, now that he knows cuddles are a thing, is obsessed with them.

He spends every night curled up next to Tav. Right next to them on the bed, with his arms around them; even though he doesn’t technically sleep.

He also makes a grand show of ‘going to bed’ now.

Commenting on how late it’s gotten, dramatic yawns, inching closer & closer to the bedroom.

If that doesn’t work Astarion will just pout. Much like a grumpy cat who is ready for bed and his owner won’t get move.

Staring around the corner at them with a piercing, miffed gaze until they come along.

A pretty standard ‘I will cover this with my hands and no one will notice’ type of plan. Good thing he has those big gloves to provide extra coverage.

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He was fine. They were fine. Everyone was fine.

Even though Roy knew everyone was safe and the mission was a success, he could still feel his mind spiraling downward. Like some primal reaction he couldn’t get ahold of. Like falling down a well and trying to grip the smooth, wet sides as the world got narrower & darker in his vision.

Apparently, [Y/N] noticed something was wrong. Standing so close to him it was likely hard to miss the vacant, long-eyed stare and uptick in his breathing. Roy can hear them calling his name, but it sounds muffled. Like the well was taking that away from him too.

His vision then righted a bit as [Y/N] stepped in front of him. No longer miles away but still unclear. They then very calmly tell him to breath and then ask, “what are 5 things you see right now?”

“Uh….tree…grass…Jason…you…dirt.”

“Good. What are 4 things you can feel?”

“I uh…ground…under my feet.” His boots subconsciously shift. The gravel moving loose under them. “My palms are sweaty.” Probably from the fight. Maybe from the cold sweats that formed on them. “My shirt is itchy.” His uniform wasn’t usually uncomfortable but right now everything felt itchy. Too close. Too much. “My nose hurts.” Oh yeah. He got punched.

“What are 3 things you hear?”

“Birds.” They were far away but Roy could hear them coming back from the distance of the tree line. “Metal. What the hell is Jason yelling about?” He could hear his friend arguing with Kori about something, as the princess used her superhuman strength to sift through the rubble. The metal sound being cars brushed out of her way.

“What are 2 things you smell?”

“Cordite.” Also likely from Jason. But maybe from his own exploding arrows. “Dust.” The 4 of you had kicked up a lot.

“Good, good. Now, what can you taste?”

Roy scrunched his face at the silly question, but then his tongue tasted copper. “Blood. Am I bleeding??”

“A little.” [Y/N] told him as they carefully reached forward to brush the blood from his nose. “Are you ok now?”

“Yeah. I’m alright.” Roy said. Taking another deep breath, a much calmer one this time, and fixing his hat. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

[Y/N] reached out again, this time to take his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Roy returned it. Feeling grounded again through the exercise and their touch.

Jace is actually quite nervous about trying new things in the bedroom.

He is not as well versed as his step-relatives with the brothels; growing up mostly away from King's Landing and genuinely being focused on being the Targaryen heir in the future.

His wife has been his only one.

Their sex life has been frequent enough but Jace is no fool.

He can tell that not all of their couplings are as transcendent for her as they are for him.

A woman's body is complicated, his mother once told him.

It was actually Rhaenyra suggestion that sparked the topic. The barest hint of a suggestion, that Jace took and ran with.

It is an awkward conversation, as his lady bride is equally lost outside of the basic mechanics as she came a maid into their bedroom.

But she is willing to try. Which is something Jace loves about her.

Watching her naked body move under the dim light of the candles & fire.

Watching her hands roam over her breasts and stroke her inner thighs.

Teasing herself open with quiet gasps.

All of it excites Jace. And, without even realizing, he moved his hand to his own member as it swelled.

His face turned red when he realized she was watching him too.

How he stroked himself. Which spot seemed to make his hips jump that little more. Calculating and kind as she watch.

Jace stops himself from cumming as he is too embarrassed to spill in his hand in front of his wife. Though it is a hard task when he see's her cum before him.

He crawls over on the bed and slides into her already wet & waiting entrance.

Getting in a few thrusts before he eventually cums inside her.