Ignorant

Lorelai blinked as she felt fingers brush against her eyelashes. Rhaegar was stroking her cheeks, his touch featherlight, and she frowned at the tickling sensation.

"Wake up, Lorelai," his deep voice urged her, laced with both warmth and impatience. "You've kept me waiting too long..."

Her drowsiness dissolved like mist under sunlight, and she turned her head to look up. His amber eyes met hers, steady and unwavering.

Sitting beside her on the bed, Rhaegar gently lifted her, settling her onto his thighs. Lorelai leaned into his chest, her body instinctively seeking his strength. Thanks to his blood, the wound in her stomach had almost completely healed, leaving her with no discomfort as she moved.

Resting her weight against him, she murmured softly, "...Rhaegar."