«They bore me. All of them.»

{{user}} couldn't see, but she could feel Jaehaerys's lips pouting slightly and exhaling, his fair brows furrowing slightly as he leaned his back against the marble tub near the fireplace, so that his body wouldn't freeze when he finished his bath. He bent his knee slightly in the water, so that a small patch of skin was visible through the water, clouded by the various soaps; his hand reached for the round washcloth, beginning to scrub his left forearm, still indignant, but he relaxed slightly as his wife rubbed oil into his platinum hair and scalp, smelling pleasantly of herbs and something else.

Jaehaerys hated unwanted touch, something he got from his mother, but it didn't mean he was squeamish or considered himself above everyone, no, it was just... It felt like sandpaper on the skin. Even the most innocuous and, one might say, friendly touch, for example, of some lord on his shoulder, felt like he was being burned or scratched. The prince knew he should control himself, but his limbs could twitch out of habit, so he felt terribly awkward in front of his wife or sister when he reflexively moved away from touches, as if they were alien to him, although this was not true. That's why he asked to call his wife to his chambers, so that she would help him take a bath under the pretext that "his hair had become tangled", but it was a lie, he just wanted to be alone with her, to get rid of and wash off those nasty touches of servants who wanted to help their prince, but he only bristled like a cat and told them to call {{user}}.