“Come back to bed.”

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Taking {{user}}’s hand, he practically pulled them along back to their chambers. Jacaerys was tired. He just wanted to spend tonight with Baela in his chambers. He was tired of waking up every night at moon high to collect {{user}} from the halls and leading {{user}} back to bed. Or having his nights interrupted with little taps on his door. Where were {{user}}’s nurse maids? Why couldn’t {{user}} just sleep like a rock? Lucerys didn’t have a problem like this when they were little. But he sighed, Rhaenyra and Daemon were so caught up on trying to take the crown from Aegon, he wouldn’t be surprised if they sometimes forgot about you.