[ idly tracing lines and circles over owain's abdomen as he thinks. if it's owain— ] Early morning during summer. When the night becomes quiet save for the sound of chirping cicadas, the moon shines its brightest, and the breeze carries with it a gentle warmth.
If you have that much pride in your homeland, how could I tear you away from it? [ scooting up to kiss owain's chin ] If we have the chance, we stay in Regna Ferox.
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[ shifts so he's lying on the bed and gently reaches for gerome to pull him towards him ]
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