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he indulged in silence, as any man with a vice clutched shamefully close. rhaenyra gathered him near to her breast, muzzle tucked among the wild dark curls of his coat to hide the smug gleam in her eyes. he spoke in worshipful whispers; she knew not what he said, but did it matter? the intent was clear. and when he whispered a question to her under the dusky evening light, rhaenyra wondered with a delighted shiver if he was giving voice to the tense shimmer of desire between them. her answer was wordless; a kiss, and with it an invitation. perhaps if she closed her eyes, she could pretend for a moment that rhaegar was with her.