// Like for a starter!
// ‘Tis bedtime. I’ll probably be back tomorrow.
In the meantime, feel free to like this post if you’d like me to write you a starter when I get back.
Loras dropped the book he had been carrying, the thick tome tumbling to the ground as his freckled face turned bright red. “U-u-um apologies, my Lady! I-I should go!” Loras stooped to pick up the history book, racing to leave the room.
"First of all," she smiled, taking a step closer to the boy. "I am not a Lady. I do not believe I would be in this profession if I was…” She bend over, snatching the book away before the boy could reach it. “And secondly, you seem flustered, my sweet. Is there perchance anything I can do to calm your nerves?”
She had been waiting in the young Lord’s bedchambers for a while, and when the door opened she had expected Garlan Tyrell to step inside. Not… his little brother.
Smiling nonetheless, she got up from the bed, pulling her dress back together to hide her naked body from the boy. “Never learned to knock?” She smirked.
// If you’d like a starter, feel free to like this post [I’d be nice if you’d let me know what verse] or send me an ask for plotting.
I don’t know why I love so much this pic of Dylan!!