didn't make it home last night - baelor/kyra - summerhall Who: Baelor, Kyra Where: Summerhall, their chambers When: August 16, midmorning Status: Closed- ask if you want to join. Rating: PG-13 to start?
Baelor made his way along the hall on steady if somewhat reluctant feet. Guilt was nagging at his brain like a fishwife and it would only get worse when he got into the damn room. He really did try to make it home before dawn no matter what amusements were unfolding- he didn't like the idea of Kyra waking up without him- but last night's wine had been a little stronger than usual and the pretty thing in his bed had been a bit more energetic than usual and what with one thing and another... At least his lady wife wasn't the type to bring it up.
Then again if she'd just yell at him as much as his own damn skull was doing, maybe it would distract him. It felt like the Smith was banging his fucking anvil in the back of Baelor's head, and the Maid was doing a fucking dance across it too...
He entered their chambers unceremoniously and looked around in surprise. Several of Kyra's gowns were spread throughout the chamber, one of them looking as if it had been ripped off of her, and others piled hither and thither. Baelor stopped, taking in the scene and his thoughts skipped through possibilities each one worse than the last. Someone had come in while he was gone? She was returning to the North? To Highgarden?