Just let me see the label.

I don’t need to be told twice.

If anyone is hungry, he’s made too much food… again.

He’s smiling as he glances over at her. Extra food always seems to round up strays. “Dornish tomato curry, extra spicy.”

“Of course not. Oberyn’s brood are always welcome at my table.” He’s already pouring her a generous bowl, accompanied by homemade bread. “Cutlery’s in the drawer, help yourself.”

He was always allowed food, Arthur just wasn’t— nevermind. Yes. It’s extra spicy, can he handle it?

He’s always happy to see a good appetite and the sight warms his heart as Arthur serves himself a bowl. “There’s no matching Dornish food. We know how to cook.” He agrees heartily. “I’m always glad to see someone who knows how to appreciate it.”

Alright. ( He’s pouring a glass of milk for no reason at all. )

He’s always welcome at his Uncles. Grab a bowl, kid.

Of course she is.

Is— Is that ——(H) AND PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T CALL ME JONATHAN. he sees?

Date night. ♡︎

Eat up. ( Haha. Nudges the milk closer. )

//: the urge to make a rhaenyra but we know how that story ends

( RHAEGAR. / hiatus. )

//: I’ll be keeping this account plus Mae for memories but I’ll no longer be active on Twitter. Thank you all for the good times, I appreciate it all.