Basch is content to be silent and lose no further stock in her eyes, and he's content to stumble into bed and sleep in dreamless, drunken stupor.
Morning comes, and the light hurts, and his head throbs, and if he thinks too much about the night before, he wants to moan and bury his face. He has to speak to her today, but she deserves him...better...and so he goes through the motions of finding a hangover meal, bathing and grooming, and when he still doesn't quite have the wherewithal to begin, several rounds of exercises.
But it's getting late into the day, and he does not wish to shaft her anymore than he has, and there is not version of this where things get any easier. It has been a good long while since he felt want of someone, and certainly no one as impossible as a monarch. He's hurt them both by crossing this line, and he is unsure he can repair that, unsure he can properly serve her the way she deserves.
He owes her a sober conversation, though, and so he brings himself to her chambers, rapping on the door and waiting.
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Morning comes, and the light hurts, and his head throbs, and if he thinks too much about the night before, he wants to moan and bury his face. He has to speak to her today, but she deserves him...better...and so he goes through the motions of finding a hangover meal, bathing and grooming, and when he still doesn't quite have the wherewithal to begin, several rounds of exercises.
But it's getting late into the day, and he does not wish to shaft her anymore than he has, and there is not version of this where things get any easier. It has been a good long while since he felt want of someone, and certainly no one as impossible as a monarch. He's hurt them both by crossing this line, and he is unsure he can repair that, unsure he can properly serve her the way she deserves.
He owes her a sober conversation, though, and so he brings himself to her chambers, rapping on the door and waiting.