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[gallowseyes]

George's life at court had been a hectic one, filled with duty -- dinners and masques and, always, the whims and wishes of the King. Life in Darrow is slower, quieter, and he finds himself grateful for that, particularly for evenings that find him sprawled on his couch, end to end with Lee, one hand wrapped around a sock clad foot as he idly scrolls through his phone. He's thought about reading more but, honestly, it interests him no morme than it ever did at home. He does like television, though. Movies are diverting.

"So I've been thinking," he says, finally, rubbing the arch of Lee's foot with his thumb. "About the other night."