Fare. Or should I say Farron. Prince of the bloody Autumn Realm, and heir to its Blessing. I can’t believe he kissed me. Can’t believe without even a single drop of alcohol, I lost as much reason as if I’d drunk five pitchers of ale and threw myself at him. Threw myself so deep I was drowning—drowning in the crisp scent of his skin, the rich brown of his hair, the constellation of freckles over his nose.
Dayton dayton you cant deny the connection dont get pissy now
