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This is living rent free in my head right now

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Despite the trials they had faced in the desert, they had made it back to safety and without Fallon murdering him - though he was sure it came very close. The sight of the still under construction castle filled him with relief. He felt filthy and exhausted, he really would kill for a bath. Many things crossed his mind though, would others say anything about what had happened in the woods? Was his secret fully out? Or just among the Thirteen. He would be okay with the latter he thought, less so the whole population of Witches. For now. First things first though was making it known they'd made their way back, he found himself extremely eager to see Manon.

#muse: jaskier

@maasmuse as promised - The morning sun streamed through the ornate windows of the royal chamber, casting a warm glow on the tangled mess of dark-cropped curls sprawled across the luxurious bed. King Julian of Lettenhove, lay tangled in the sheets, his head throbbing in rhythm with the banging of pots or whatever it was he could hear across the palace.

Groaning, he forced one eye open, squinting against the unwelcome light. The remnants of last night's revelry clung to him like a heavy cloak, and the scent of wine and perfume hung in the air. His memory was foggy as it always was - laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets. A soft moan escaped his lips as he realised he was not alone. A figure stirred beside him, sheets shifting as the previous night's conquest shifted in her sleep.

With a weary sigh, Jaskier pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing his temples as if he could physically massage away the throbbing headache. He glanced at the woman still peacefully slumbering beside him, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of regret crossed his features. This was not how he envisioned waking up each morning, but it had become a routine—one he couldn't easily break. With a groan of frustration, he'd give up on his efforts to get out of bed and collapse back into the pillows for a while longer. Someone would come retrieve him eventually.

#muse: jaskier