I have been learning. They have names for the stars here, and I've lost myself a few times to the texts, trying to learn each one that I could find.

[ the library being closed had been a surprisingly difficult change to aemond's habits here with the balfours. he could while away the hours easily within, reading to his heart's delight; there are days when his melancholy overtakes his better sense, and he comforts himself with tales of knights and dragons and princesses, even if the dragons are so oft the villains in their stories.

they fear the dragons here, in this england. some of the stories point to dragons having flown in their skies; perhaps that is why he'd seen the one he had come upon. hunted to near-extinction - now only the stories remain.

the walk to the gardens is at least peaceful. no one accosts them along the way, though they do meet some familiar guests and give polite greeting as they pass. when he thinks no one is looking, aemond brings lauralae's hand to his lips and kisses her knuckles. ]

Should we try the benches, the open swings, or lay out on the grass?