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ㅤㅤㅤNorthern ale warmed his belly and dulled his senses. Jace had indulged far too quickly, underestimating the stuff until it was far too late. He swirls the dregs in his cup, while a man nearby hurls slurred words at him in an unknown language. Around him a chorus of laughter fills the room before Cregan quickly silences them with a firm scolding. Jace admonished him, ignorant of what had transpired and that the direwolf had been defending his honor. "Oh. My apologies, if I had known.." His embarrassment, paired with the ale, had turned his face a vivid shade of red. "Indulge me, my lord. There's nothing he could say that could shock me." Jace wanted to show that he was a good sport, and that he could withstand playful comradery.
ㅤㅤㅤHe wasn't certain why he was suddenly unable to speak or why his mouth had gone dry. Jace blamed it on the ale and not the strong hand on his back or the handsome wolf that accompanied it. "My lord, if I were a pretty maiden I would have welcomed your intrusion. But I can take care of myself, rest assured." In the face of Cregan's hardened features and stormy grey eyes, he felt diminished. Cregan was everything he wanted to be. Harwin Strong had lent them his handsome features, dark eyes, and curly hair. But he had remained slender like all other Targaryen princes. "But if it happens again I would very much like for you to continue defending my honor." Jace offers as a smile curls the corners of his pretty mouth.
