When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.
He's proud, he's chaste as an icicle, he balks.
"Step into my fucking office."
The prince must put away childish things. Ned knows he's one of them.
Malekith dreams, sometimes, of the ones that were before the coming of light, but even in dreams he moves through desolation.
There are prisons, and prisoners.
There is a surprising development in Cecil and Carlos' relationship. And it's oozing.
Will attracts a certain archetype of admirer. (For this kink meme prompt.)
Patroclus, horseman, plays at dice.