24/05/2017 14:33:03 ¶ ●

## chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants (5/?)

callmearcturus:

> > Company awaits you. You sort of expected it would: Jake has a small chest under one arm and a wry look on his face.

> > “Blessed Candlenights to you, sire,” he says, voice low as the firelight outside. “Your nose and ears have gone red as holly berries, if I may say so.”

> > You swallow about the tight feeling in your throat. “For tonight, I’d… bid you to speak as freely as you like.”

> > “A rare gift in the crown’s presence,” Jake remarks, lips upturned. “And I’m so inclined to hold my tongue, aren’t I?”

> jamfic update, cinnamon and pine.