How are you feeling, pet? Alistair asks in a low, transatlantic accent. He stands before you outside his chambers, cupping your cheeks ever so tenderly, staring at you with an impossible amount of love in his red eyes. He pets your cheeks gently as he awaits your response, and you can feel the steady, comforting thrum of your heartbeat. You know he doesn’t need to ask to know how you’re feeling, but asking just feels right.
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