His hair is probably mussed beyond belief but he can't bring himself to care much at all about it. Not so long as Alfred's fingers are in his hair, at his back. Stroking and soothing and doing their best to calm his shaking.
"I trust you to protect me, my knight. You even built me this castle, didn't you? To protect your prince. What a good, brave night you are."
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Date: 2022-04-20 02:41 am (UTC)"I trust you to protect me, my knight. You even built me this castle, didn't you? To protect your prince. What a good, brave night you are."