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"Me too. You may have to watch him while I'm in meeting though..." |
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"That's fine, i'll teach him how to shoot bows or throw knives, that's about the only things I know how to teach." I mused with a chuckle |
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"Let's get some sleep, yeah? Getting late. . ." I noted, yawning myself as I climbed under the covers, hand reaching over to turn out the lamp, pausing as I waited on her. |
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She nodded, closing her eyes |
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My arm found it's usual spot around her waist, holding her close as slowly, sleep claimed me. |
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Morning arose and danced through the windows of the palace, casting everything in warm, golden hour lighting as the two carried on in rest. |
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Hello? Shakesphere?) She slept, waking the next morning and yawning |
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(the background description: lovely medieval vibes meanwhile, Gale:) Gale remained dead asleep, still as a statue and his breathing shallow, as he'd conditioned himself to do over the years. |
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Morning Frost and Afternoon Sunshine
