it had been quite some time since the king had been in the north. he felt as though the last time had been with his own father for whatever the reason to be in the north was... but aeragon couldn’t think of the time now. it had been a while and surely the north never felt so cold to the southern king. apparently this weather was a bit warmer to the north. it was nice to see winterfell without the snow for a change — aeragon not remembering a time where he had seen the castle without a blanket of white. perhaps he had only ever been here during the colder seasons. whatever the case, the dragon king was not in love the cold... but it was sometimes a welcome break from the heat of the south.
he had fine fur draped over his shoulders as he and his queen worked on settling in their room. it was a nice room to accommodate the both of them and it offered plenty of things to keep them warm. aeragon’s favorite being the crackling fire that helped radiate some heat while the two got ready to exit their room and mingle with everyone coming together for the coronation of the king in the north. a gentle hand went to nathalya’s shoulder to partially grab her attention but mainly to let his hands rub her arms sweetly as if trying — and failing — to help warm her up. ❛ are you warm enough, my love? ❜ his voice broke through the silence, eyes cast down to her. ❛ i often forget how cold it gets here in the north. ❜ surely he had no idea of how truly cold it got. ❛ and they are saying it is warmer than usual. ❜ his hands still lovingly rub at her arms, a bit absentmindedly now as he continues to think about the cold.
@rosegloried