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He’d certainly had too much wine. Or else he’d certainly been in the prince’s presence for too long.[link to fic]
Jaime turned the hand in his trembling fingers, kissing beautiful skin, toughened here and there by the prince’s sword but without a single fault. No calluses could ruin such perfection, only prove it more resilient.
When his wandering lips found the inside of Rhaegar's wrist, brushing against the prince’s sleeve, Rhaegar turned his hand and reached up to brush his fingers over Jaime’s brow, easing the mounting anguish Jaime had stirred up within himself.
Jaime opened his eyes.
