[leaning up to kiss aymeric on the cheek (he sort of misses and winds up planting his lips on aymeric's neck), francel slips out from his lover's embrace and makes his way to the side room. apparently he keeps the key in his chest pocket; he takes it out and unlocks the door.
the original purpose of the "private library" seems to be a mystery. the room is certainly too small to ordinarily receive guests, yet it doesn't seem equipped to be a walk-in closet and the window makes it somehow uncomfortable as a potential bath-room. still, francel has outfitted the room with several small shelves of books and a luxurious chaise longue where he undoubtedly lies down to read for hours at a time.
most of the books have odd, vague titles like abalathia's spire and the lover.]
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[leaning up to kiss aymeric on the cheek (he sort of misses and winds up planting his lips on aymeric's neck), francel slips out from his lover's embrace and makes his way to the side room. apparently he keeps the key in his chest pocket; he takes it out and unlocks the door.
the original purpose of the "private library" seems to be a mystery. the room is certainly too small to ordinarily receive guests, yet it doesn't seem equipped to be a walk-in closet and the window makes it somehow uncomfortable as a potential bath-room. still, francel has outfitted the room with several small shelves of books and a luxurious chaise longue where he undoubtedly lies down to read for hours at a time.
most of the books have odd, vague titles like abalathia's spire and the lover.]
It is not so spacious as my bed, I know...