∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐡, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐡, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

This was crazy. It seeped under his skin, making him feel uncomfortable. He thought by candlelight at night, unable to sleep. Who could make the heat of forbidden desire taste as good as wine?

Aemon and you had been stealing glances at each other all night at the ball for Queen Alysanne’s nameday. Neither of you had dared approach the other with a ballroom full of people; both of your families were thinking about possible other engagements.

Thinking about it kept him awake and made you want to throw up.

Saera was talking to you about something when you other side as you sat down next to Aemon at the table. A new dress? Jewelry? Gossip? It was uncertain. It was just a blurry because Aemon had grasped your hand under the table. His touch was soft, his thumb caressing your skin.