[ He has already halfway turned from the door, ready to retire to his own room, or perhaps his study, until dinner is prepared, but at the very last minute, he hears her voice, and he stops in his tracks.
He would be lying to himself if he said he did not wish wholeheartedly to sit beside her and talk with her more, so it is that wish that leads him to open the door and slowly step through it.
But now that he is in the room, what is he to say? He clears his throat once, hoping that the words will eventually come. ] I hope that your bath is to your liking.
[ How easily he falls into the role of Ser Aymeric, lord of this manor, when he is unsure of himself and what he ought to say. But if anyone can put him at ease again, he knows by now that it is her. Perhaps one day, he will not be so quick to fall back into his old formal ways. ]
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He would be lying to himself if he said he did not wish wholeheartedly to sit beside her and talk with her more, so it is that wish that leads him to open the door and slowly step through it.
But now that he is in the room, what is he to say? He clears his throat once, hoping that the words will eventually come. ] I hope that your bath is to your liking.
[ How easily he falls into the role of Ser Aymeric, lord of this manor, when he is unsure of himself and what he ought to say. But if anyone can put him at ease again, he knows by now that it is her. Perhaps one day, he will not be so quick to fall back into his old formal ways. ]