"Of course. We will be alright." He smiles.

"Mmno. I see your eyes." He coos at the sweet little bundle. "All you."

Ahem.. "My lady!"

How does he approach the lady without startling her? 💧

"Oh. She has your eyes." He smiles and snuggles against the sweet little bundle. He finally has a grandchild!

"Oh. Alyssa. She's beautiful." He whispers.

Little gasp. "Oh, my sweet girl. Come here." He whispers and takes the little baby.

Yes, my love?

His words are firm and hard spoken. Like anything he'd say to him with that resolve. He was a wonder. Lyonel would like to think so. He's never cared much for Targaryens but Aemond was different. And for now, he brushes his thumb on his cheek and cocks his head. "You must be aware of the+

"That's hardly what I'm concerned about and you know this." He leans in to steal a small kiss. Not out of want, but out of need. "I barely see you as it is and you are a prince. It's much more of a scandal for you than it is for me." He whispers, his hand rests on Aemond's cheek.

He'd hope it would last, too. Lyonel's eyes flicked around cautiously before reaching out for the pale haired man. A hand rests on his waist. "I've been hoping to bump into you."

I've missed you more. Come here.

handsome prince~

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