Aymeric & Estinien plus a grump fluff

[heiresy]

[Aymeric sat with his feet propped up by the fire. Lord Byron laid like an unended bag of flour on his master's lap as Aymeric sipped his evening cup of tea. For once, his work was finished and set aside. He could have fussed with it, but knew it would be in vain come the morning. No reason to grind himself into dust over odds and ends. The House of Lords and Commons would do that for him. Instead he decided to occupy and inspire himself with a book of poetry from the days of his young knighthood.

Freezing rain pattered against the glass of his windows. He sighed with content as he rested a hand on his cat's haunches.]