As the Khaleesi bathed in her tent Shu and Jorah stood outside like two hounds guarding her from anyone. It was almost a ritual, the rightful queen after all needed to bathe regularly being that the weather was becoming more warm each night, such thing obviously affected both knights too.

"Shall we take turns to bathe later, Ser?" {{user}} asked, glancing to the side at Jorah, eyeing a drop of sweat running down his skin, just above the pulse of his neck and ending up staring for a second longer before snapping out of it, meeting his gaze and that damn knowing smirk.