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Recent posts | Knight in shinning armour, From dusk till dawn, revealing, AKOTSK Men with sleepy reader, To court a knight, How the AKOTSK men would react to a sensitive reader on her period, It would please me dearly, chains of duty II, To fear love you, Modern!nerd AKOTSK men, Aphrodisiac, A Price to pay, Chains of duty I, A knights dream, Taste of you
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post last edited: 5th August 2026
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Hi! I absolutely loved your It Would Please Me Dearly fic with the reader and Ormund.
I couldn't stop wonderingāwas the reader meant to feel like an earlier, more inexperienced version of Margaery? She's gentler and less overtly seductive, and while she seems to have a natural gift for influencing people, she doesn't quite have Margaery's confidence or polish yet. The fic really reminded me of Margaery dealing with Joffrey.
It also made me wonder... does Ormund really not notice how hesitant and afraid she is around him? Or does he notice and just choose to ignore it?
Also, are you planning on writing a part 2? I'd love to read more!
Hi! Iām so glad you loved it!
Yes I wanted to make her Margery but softer? so a Margery that didnāt grow up with an Olenna and was raised knowing how to manipulate men. But instead she figured out how to do it herself. If that makes sense.
But as time went by she would learn more of how to control ormund and his mood swings in a way that benefits hers and the people she cares for.
And no ormund is delusional. Like entirely, he fully belives her hesitation is her being demur and a proper lady so he doesnāt even blink an eye.
He also fully thinks heās just trained her well and that her manipulations are really his idea.
He clueless and honestly even if he realised she was hesitant and afraid skruen him heād probably not even care.
Also part two idk, eventually I probably will do a part two itās been requested a bit so when the inspiration strikes I will write it!
Watched spider man brand new day on Saturday and now itās all I can think about, like Iāve never found tom Holland attractive (like yeah a little but not sexually) but now ugh heās a ride id want to ride.
Anyway sorry if Iām slow posting fics Iām reading fics about this man and salvating at the mouth
Clumsy, reckless and a thorne in the courts side. You grew up ready to do anything, happy to take on dares and never one to blink when you tripped and fell. But when your recklass behaviour starts catching Gwaynes eye. You find yourself going out of your way to be more recklass. (2k words) (requested)
Gwayne Hightower x targ!reader
content: Gwayne pov, insecure Gwayne, the man is a yearner. clumsy reader. minor injuries. kissing. half proofread.
āMy hero!ā You gushed as Gwayne's arms wrapped around your waist, stopping you from falling into the lake below you. He pulled you over his shoulder as he moved you away from the tree trunk you had tried and failed to walk across. Gwayne grunted in response to your words, rolling his eyes at your antics. āMy princess, you know not how to swim, you cannot-ā
āWhy not?ā You interrupted, giving him a gleeful smile, as Gwayne lowered you back to the floor, his face hardened āI need not know how to swim when you will save me from drowning.āĀ
Gwayne sent you an exasperated look, his mouth opening to say something, but no sound came out, except for a small groan when you ran your fingers through his hair, a groan that snapped him out of his exasperation and had his face hardening even more, āI am not your sworn sword, princess, I will not be there to catch you should-ā
āYou always are, Gwyane.ā
āWhat?ā
āThere to catch me, itās almost like you're following me,ā you taunted, a smirk playing at your lips.
āWhat- princess, no, I promise Iām not, it is merely a coincidence.ā he flushed, his words rushing out so fast they tripped over each other.
You hummed, as you ran your hand through his hair once more. āI wouldnāt mind if you were,ā you whispered so softly that he almost didnāt hear you. He swallowed roughly, processing your words, but before a response could be given, you were rushing off, greeting your friends as they stood laughing behind a tree.Ā
You had never been one to follow the rules and decorum of court. You did as you wished, went where you wished and acted as you wished; etiquette and propriety be damed.Ā A fact Gwayne was becoming all too aware of. Most knew you, daughter to a king, the realm's menace as Gwayne had nicknamed you, you had much more freedom than most. You could do whatever you wished, and with a gaggle of ladies that followed you, egged you on and dared you to do the very things that Gwayne kept seemingly having to save you from.Ā
Gwayne wasnt sure how he ended up in this, as he was not your sworn sword, though he may as well be. You seemed to be in lack of one constantly, or any guard for that matter. No one seemed to watch you, to mind you or your antics: anyone but him. Your ladies urged you on, your sister seemed to care little, and the few times Gwayne had encountered you falling from some tree you climbed, with your sister as company, Rhaenyra had merely shaken her head and found you falling into his arms comedic. He seemed to care, entirely too much, so much so that your words of not minding if he followed you had followed him all day.Ā
It was pitiful really, every Lord and knight of the realm fancied you, desired to marry you and love you. And he was no one, no one of note, not a future Lord, a son of a second son. A knight of little prestige. He was simply Gwayne, but he wanted to be your Gwayne.Ā
Yours.
And the only way he seemed to be allowed near you, allowed to touch you to be worthy of you, was when you were running into harm.Ā
He never saw you outside of that, and if you saw him, you never said anything. Never greeted him, nor looked his way.Ā
Instead, he was merely the knight who seemed to save you from your clumsy nature. Nothing more. And certainly a lot less.
The first time Gwayne had saved you, you had stolen a horse. You knew not how to ride, nor had you ever sat on a horse before. Dragons you knew. But horses? They were entirely foreign to you. A fact obvious by the fact you lost control of the horse as soon as you mounted it. And Gwayne, who hadnāt taken his eyes off you since you entered the courtyard, had been the only one to watch as you unflatteringly mounted the stead and clung for dear life as the beast ran straight through the gates.Ā
Gwayne, already astride, rode after you faster than the wind, his hands reaching to pull you off your horse as your horse rode wild into the kingswood. He had unceremoniously tugged you onto his own horse, a wide smile on your face as his own heart beat loudly in his chest, your smile and laugh doing nothing to ease the worry you had caused. āThank you, ser.ā You had merely laughed, calling him your knight and hero. You never thanked him, just met him with sarcasm and your silly little nicknames for him. And despite the nuisances of saving you, how it seemed as if he only saw you placing yourself in harm's way, his heart always seemed to flutter in your presence. Even if he didn't know you, not truly, he still desired to know you, and though he would not admit it, part of him wished to be a part of the nuisance. To ensure you were not truly harmed of course. Not just to see the gleeful smile on your face as you had fun, fun with him.Ā
The next time he saw you after the incident with the horse was with your head upside down as you hung from a branch of a tree, your leg stuck in some bird's nest, though the smile you gave him showed you cared little for the twisted ankle the tree had given you, nor the fact that you were upside down with blood rushing to your head. āGwayne!ā you had greeted, causing him to turn and drop the book he had been hoping to read, a bashful smile on his face as you greeted him.Ā
āPrincess, what are you doing?ā
You laughed, a sound Gwayne played on his head each night. āOh, I am just admiring the gardens from..a new perspective.ā
āAh,ā Gwayne nodded, approaching you, āby choice or by circumstance?ā
You laughed again, āA bit of both,ā watching Gwayne as he approached slowly, ābeing stuck, however, was of little choice. Might you assist me?ā
āHave you had enough of his view of the gardens then?ā he attempted to jest.
You nodded, āYes, it is much the same as the wrong way up. Now, if you please, a bird's nest has me captive.ā
Gwyane smiled, his face flushed red as he blushed, pulling your ankle gently from the bird's nest, his hands wrapping around your waist to right you. āCan you stand?ā he had asked, praying you would say no so he may hold you longer.Ā
You shook your head, your own blush on your cheeks, from embarrassment Gwyane guessed. āYes, no, I mean, would you assist me?ā
Gwyane nodded, easing you slowly into his arms as he walked you to the maester. Walking a little slower than one should.Ā
After that, he seemed to run into you once a week. This river, the very same he had rescued you from today, he had saved you from at least thrice before. Once when you missed a stepping stone, the next when you had caused the very tree you tried to balance on to fall, twisting your other ankle in the process.Ā
But still not once did he see you outside of that, and not once were more than a few words shared.Ā
But today, after he had sulked off after saving you, his mind trying to ignore the feeling of you so close to him, of your words, and what meaning they could have had, you seemed to have followed him. Your gaggle of friends gone. Gwayne had felt a hand on his arm, startling him on his prowl back to his rooms. āSer Gwayne,ā he heard you speak, a smile playing at your lips.
āPrincess,ā he greeted, āhave you found yourself in more danger in the last minute?ā
You smiled, āNo, though must I be for us to speak?ā
āNot at all,ā he smiled, suddenly feeling very nervous.
āGood,ā you smiled, placing your arm through his, āthen you will be happy to escort me about my day?ā
Gwyane smiled, a large smile he could not stop, āIt would be my pleasure.āĀ
You smiled, leaning into him softly, urging him towards Maegors Holdfast, āI meant it, you know.ā Gwyane looked at you, his confusion evident. āAbout not minding if you did follow me,ā he watched you clear your throat, āand before your mind goes there, not as a sworn sword,ā
āPrincess-ā You stopped him, insisting he call you by your name, and he did, his heart matching yours in its flutter, āwhat is it you mean?ā
You stopped walking, pulling him into a hidden alcove. āWhat I mean is, I have been trying to capture your attention for moons now,ā you cleared your throat, āand you seem to be entirely clueless to it.ā
Gwyane spoke your name softly, disbelief on his face. He was sure you didn't mean it. What could you want with him? Why would you crave his attention, and did you crave his attention for the very reason he craved yours? āYou wish for my attention?āĀ
āWell, I wished for you to court me, but I-ā
He cut you off. āCourt you?ā he repeated. Surely there are more entitled men? Lords or future lords,ā
āMayhaps,ā you nodded, ābut they are not you.ā
āYou hardly know me,ā
āNo?ā you shook your head, āyou have saved me enough times, saved me from every tree I have dared climb, lake I dared cross knowing if I slipped I would drown, followed me as i wandered my mind elsewhere, your hands pulling me back before I walked into a tree or out of a window,ā you laughed, āyou have saved me, you are my knight,ā you blushed, āand I know you fancy me, your sister has shown me the love letters.ā you giggled.
Gwyane paled, āI was young and fanciful-ā
You shushed him, your hands on his arms, āI liked them, I thought them romantic.ā Gwyane's back straightened at your words, his smile larger than ever, as he puffed his chest in pride at your words.Ā āI was hoping if I fell into danger enough times you would get the hint and actually gift me one, but alas,ā you sighed dramatically, āhere I am begging you-ā
āMy princess, you need not beg,ā Gwyane shook his head. āI had thought you unfazed by my appearance and help, that you saw me as a silly knight, not a suitor,ā his eyes looked with yours, confidence strumming through his veins as he leaned his head closer to yours. āHad I known, I gladly would have gifted you a love letter each and every day if it pleased you.ā
āI believe it would please me,ā you nodded, moving your face closer to his, your breaths mingling, āthough what should please me now would be your lips upon mine,ā you breathed, and Gwyanes' breath shuddered before he moved closer, his moulding his lips into yours, a kiss that was menat to be chaste ending with his hands holding your face to him, kissing you with the heat and desire that had built into him these past moons of saving your from your impulses and distractedness, acts which he know knew where meant to get his attention.
āSo you will court me,ā you breathed, leaning into him, still even as your lips broke from his.
I imagined the reader as someone a little clumsy, distracted, impulsive, and reckless, who always somehow ends up getting into trouble without meaning to ā getting lost in Kingās Landing, accepting silly challenges like walking along the narrow top of the castle walls just to prove she can do it, trying to cross a stream by jumping from stone to stone and almost drowning after falling, or simply finding herself in situations where Gwayne has to step in and save her. At first, these moments happen completely by accident, but eventually she starts putting herself in those situations on purpose just to see him. Maybe he isnāt her sworn knight or assigned protector, but Gwayne always seems to be nearby and keeping an eye on her ā perhaps for reasons other than just duty too. š¤
Kiara is pissing me off in chains of duty. Listen to your sister and turning people against her. Itās understand to be angry if this was intentional but ignoring whatās she is saying bad vibes also why didnāt she mention her prior to her and valarrs meeting
She didnāt mention her because sheās a very insecure. She was raised with the idea of being a queen of Westeros, she has been told it for her whole life so being told all of a sudden your sisters coming too and she could marry the prince not you definitely triggered some deep seated insecurity in her.
Donāt get me wrong she loves her sister but she is also very self serving. She wants what she has always been told is hers. To be the queen. And to have that and then it be torn from her made her act out and turn the court against her sister.
She didnāt tell Valarr about reader because she didnāt want the competition essentially. Both sisters are helosue of each other, both are each others āLaceyāsā if you will. So Kieraās just āforgotā to mention her sister and tried to get her out of the way by trying to get reader to court Daeron (yeah that was never going to happen reader just wanted to go home)
So when her sister who has acted so uninterested in Valarr and Valarr who she tried desperately to get away from her sister, suddenly got engaged. Keira definitely took it very hard and lashed out by becoming a bully.
Sheās going to regret to and grovel though. Donāt worry sheās gonna have a moment of of Iām a bitch and hate herself.
I live in the uk and work a 9-5 so I havenāt seen the new hotd episode yet but what the actual hell have I just seen on my TikTok of Aemond and Alicent?!!!
Iām going to cry like what the hell is this show š(Iām still gonna watch it)
The effects of loosing a child can linger, even when everything is settled and you and Baelor have come to terms with the truth and find solace in yourself, some days it can still become too much. And affect you in what should be the happy moments. (Words 600+) (requested x x) Based in pretty and pink/golden universe
Baelor x Lannister!reader
Content: MDI, 18+, smut, fingering, p in v kissing, talks of miscarriages and still births, infertility , panic attacks.
Moons had passed since the feast, the feast that had led you both to decide never to have children, to try nor to want. You had spent the past few moons recovering and had finally started to feel like yourself again.
Baelor lit up every day for you, showering you with love and affection. You loved your husband so fiercely, and after moons you were finally ready to show him that love physically.
You awoke him this morning, pressing kisses across the span of his face until he awoke. He greeted you with a large smile and a chuckle as he pulled you atop him, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly as your lips met. The kiss was slow, unhurried, and everything. Every ounce of love you had for each other poured into the kiss.
Baelor's hands reached under your shift, breaking the kiss softly, his eyes searching for permission. You nodded, whispering a soft yes, before rejoining your lips in a soft kiss.
Baelor's hands lifted your shift slowly, his hand moving to your folds, his fingers teasing your folds. Soft moans left your lips as his fingers reached your clit, moving in slow circles, his mouth swallowing your moans.
His fingers slowly reached for your entrance, pushing into you slowly. A low moan left you as he entered, your heat clenching around his finger.
"Baelor," you moaned, pleasure coursing through you as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you.
Your peak washed over you quickly, a wave of pleasure overwhelming your senses.
You collapsed atop Baelor, his hands gripping you to him, as he placed soft kisses on your face and neck.
You rolled over, your hand reaching to pull the shift of your body/ your hands went to Baleor's small clothes, pulling them down to show his hard cock. "Please, Baleor," you begged.
Baelor smiled, moving atop you and kissing you softly, his cock positioned between your thighs. "Are you sure, my sweet?"
"Yes," you breathed, "please,"
Baelor nodded, pushing into you softly with a groan. "Gods, my love," he moaned, his face in your neck as he began to thrust into you slowly.
Your hand flew to his neck, holding him to you, and you made love.
Your mind filled with pleasure as he thrust into you.
You tried to focus on the pleasure of his filling you, of you joining with your husband after so long.
But though there was pleasure, there was also panic.
Not over Baleor, not over him loving you, of being inside of you.
But instead, the same panic that had been following you for moons. panic of not being enough. That panic seemed to overwhelm you all at once. was all you could focus on. And suddenly, instead of moans, cries and whimpers left your lips.
Baelor stopped instantly, moving to cover you up and hold you to him as you cried. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closely too you, whispering soothing words into your ear as he helped to calm you down.
"My dear," he soothed, "it's okay, breathe."
You nuzzled into him, your tears slowly stopping as you focused on the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry."
"Shh, stop apologising. You did nothing wrong, you have never done anything wrong," he soothed, kissing your brow.
"You promise?" You moved away from him, looking into Baelor's eyes, searching for anything other than the truth. But like always, Baelor never lied. He meant every word from his lips. Every word of love and reassurance.
"I promise," he kissed your brow again, "you have never had any reason to apologise, I love you."
You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips, "I love you too."
Just binge read lady in pink and then golden loved them both excited to see more. I am very curious as to how Baelor and Lannisterās sex life has been effected by all of this
I think it would be so interesting to see how Baelor and Lady Lās intimate life has been affected by what sheās gone through, maybe in the next chapter it could follow on from the miscarriage she had at the feast to the first time they are about to be intimate again since that happened, maybe has a panic attack whitest they are getting it on and has to stop cause she is flooded with intrusive thoughts of the children she has lost. Angst angst angst hurt/comfort etcā¦.
Really loving this series I needed a new Baelor one so bad
"What are you wearing?" Maekar seethed, watching as you walked through the great hall, your dress low-cut, showing more of your breasts than Maekar would like. In truth, he'd wish for you to wear dresses with necklines so high that they took up your whole neck. He didn't wish for anyone to see more of you than they had to. He wanted your skin, your breasts, to just be for him, for his eyes, his lips. And yet here you stood with your dress so low-cut he was surprised he couldn't see your nipples.
"A dress," you drawled, sitting beside your husband, a smirk playing at your lips as your husband scoffed.
"I can see that," he clenched his jaw, "I mean, why are you dressed in a dress so revealing?"
"Because I liked it," you smirked, your hand reaching for your wine, Makear's hand grabbing yours, stopping you from drinking, and drawing your focus entirely on him. "Don't you like it, husband?"
"I do, and so do all the lords and knights in this room," he seethed. His eyes locked with the countless men oogling you.
You tusked, "jealous?"
Meaker growled, "I'm hardly jealous, I merely do not wish for my wife to be ogled and howled at all night."
"I like my dress," you merely said, locking eyes with your husband, as stubborn as ever.
Maekar, scoffing, stood up, pulling you with him. An excuse was muttered to his father; before you could blink, he was dragging you from the hall. And back to your chambers.
"Must you irate me so?" he slammed the door behind you.
"How have I irritated you, husband? " My dress?" you hummed. "I chose it for you?"
"And as a result, you have caused men to ogle you and see what is not theirs!"
It was your turn to scoff now, "and what is not theirs to ogle? Hmm?"
"You, you are mine! My wife, and these," he reached forward, pulling your dress down, ripping it to reveal your breasts to him, "are mine." he pulled the dress of completley, showing your bare body. His hand moved to your cunt, "And this is mine!"
"Yours?" You tilted your head, watching your husband's eyes darken with lust.
"What do you need a reminder for?" he growled.
You smirked, "Yes." "Your voice was low, waiting for your husband to give you what you wanted. You had worn the dress to taunt him, and as an excuse to leave the feast before it even truly began.
Maekar smirked, dropping to his knees, his hands moving your legs to his shoulders as he wasted no time feasting on your cunt. With your back against the door, legs on Maekar's shoulders, your head thrown back in a moan as your hands reached for his hair, pulling slightly as his face buried itself in your cunt, his tongue swiping up the length of your slit.Ā
āGods Maekarā, you moaned, as Maekar's tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved. His tongue swiped through your folds as his fingers moved slowly towards your cunt,Ā entering you in one smooth motion as his mouth moved to suck on your clit.Ā
Your moans echoed across the room, his fingers matching the movement of his tongue, fucking into you leisurely, as he savoured the taste of your cunt.
āFuck, pleaseā, you begged. You could feel your peak approaching, but Maeker loved to tease you, especially after you had teased half the court with your dress. His fingers pulled from you slowly, your peak retreating as quickly as it approached.Ā
āApologising for your dressā, his voice muffled slightly as he remained buried in your cunt, a long, slow and teasing lick placed across your slit.Ā
āNeverā, you breathed, your hand reaching to tug his hair towards your heat.
He moved back; both of you groaning as he denied you the pleasure you both craved so deeply, āApologise, or I stop,ā he teased, his finger circling your clit, in a way that gave you no relief from the ache in your core.Ā
āFineā¦ I'm sorry, I won't where anyhting revelaing again, I promise," you moaned, your hand reaching to pull him back down onto your cunt, "now make me come, pleaseā, you ordered, your grip on his hair only tightening as you pulled him against you.Ā
Your legs wrapped around his head, so tightly you werenāt sure he could even breathe.Ā
His tongue lapped your heat, your peak approaching faster than before, his tongue fucked in and out of you, his nose nudging your clit in perfect rhythm. Every nerve was on fire, your body filled with endless pleasure as you finally came, your body slumping back as a loud moan tore out of you, so loud you were sure the entirety of the keep knew what Maekar was doing.
You slumped back into the wall, your legs falling from Maekers' shoulder and your hand losing its grip around Maekers' hair. As he stood up, his body pinned you to the wall as you recovered from your orgasm.
"I'm going to burn every revealing dress you own," he muttered. You nodded breathlessly, knowing full well you would only order more, especially if this was the reaction you got from him.
Oh my gods hiii Iāve had this idea in my head for days! Can you do akotsk men with a really sleepy reader? Like she always wants to take at least one nap through out the day, sheās always falling asleep in really weird cute places! Maybe she even sleepwalks some šš
AKOTSK men with sleepy!reader
For Valarr, Daeron, Makear, Baelor x fem!reader
Valarr
You could fall asleep anywhere at any time. The number of times Valarr had found you asleep in a chair, your head pulled back as you soundly slept. He was almost jealous of how easily you could sleep, of how your days always consisted of impromptu naps. You get a solid 10 hours of sleep, and Valarr would still find napping in some secluded spot.
"My love," Valarr shook you awake after stumbling across you asleep on the bench in the gardens, your book left upside down on the floor, no doubt falling from your hands as you fell asleep, "wake up," he urged, watching as you woke, your eyes puffy from sleep.
"Valarr?" you sighed, taking Valarr's hand to sit up, "was I asleep?"
Valarr laughed, "You always are my love." he sat beside you, kissing your cheek softly as you tried to wake.
"You know me, I need at least 14 hours of sleep to function,"
Valarr laughed, knowing that even if you slept for a whole day, he would still find you napping.
In truth, he had once found you napping in a rose bush. Surprisingly, he had found you entirely unharmed, and he had even battered him away to get more sleep.
He could never quite figure out if you purposely chose these places to sleep or if you just happened upon them as sleep overtook you. Either way, he loved to find you sleeping in whatever nook and cranny you had found that day.
Daeron
Daeron is as sleepy as you. When you sleep, he sleeps. If he finds you curled up in a corner dreaming the day away, he simply curls up beside you and joins you in your slumber.
Sleeping beside him eases his dreams, makes him see happy times and not the nightmares that otherwise haunt him.
Daeron takes advantage of every nap you take, using it to sleep peaceful and dream of you, his best dreams. And you love it, waking up always curled into his warmth. Rare was a nap where Daeron did not find you.
He finds you falling asleep constantly adorable, and though the first few times Daeron had started by placing a kiss on your head, then carrying you off to the safety of your bed. But seeing you so peaceful had made him crave the same peace and comfort, so from that day on he joined you.
Even when he found you asleep in the strangest of places.
Maekar
Maekar could swear you would sleep through a war. You slept soundlessly every night. Most of the time going to sleep the second your head hit the pillow. Or any other surface he soon came to realise.
It frustrated him at first, finding his wife in the strange to places completely asleep, unaware of her surroundings entirely, but as time went by, he began to like this little quirk of yours. Finding you asleep always brought a smile to his lips. How unworried you were, unbothered and unburdened, it made him relax a little. Seeing your face lost to a world of dreams made him forget about his responsibilities, even if just for a moment.
Maekar would always linger when he carried you back to your bed, placing kisses on your hairline before leaving you. You would always find him after, kiss him in thanks for carrying you to your rooms, and then would tell him of the strangest dreams you would have.
And though he found you napping adorable, what he did not find adorable was how, at times, sleep seemed to strike your mind but not your body, and he would find you wandering the halls as you dreamed. He hated the prospect of your unconscious mind leading you blindly; it was why he always took you back to your rooms, to keep you safe, and of course, comfortable.
Baelor
Baleor found your impromptu napping entirely adoring. you seemed time to sleep no matter the day, busy or full he always found you sleeping.
most days Baelor watched you sleep in the settee of his solar, where you would start the day reading, only to fall asleep. waking only when Baelor placed a soft kiss to your brow to wake you.
He found your sleeping entirely too adorable, he would only wake you when needed and would happily let you sleep till you were content. He loved how you could sleep anywhere at any time. In the middle of a feast or a ball. far to many times he had turned to see your head resting on the table, out for the count. He would wake you then of course, relishing in your blush and apologies. he never made you feel bad, he loved how you felt so comfortable around him you seemed to constantly sleep.
