Stay Hidden

You realise that your hasty dressing has left no room for the imagination, and your morning wood is still completely apparent should anyone see you. You instead decide to remain just out of sight around the corner from where the argument is taking place. In a happy stroke of luck, the nearest window perfectly frames Sansa in dawn light, and her nightgown, in the bright sunlight, has become translucent. The curves of her blossoming womanhood are exquisite, and you feel your prick harden further.

There's no way for anyone to stumble upon you here, with your bed chambers being the only rooms in the wing you've just come from, and the furthest from any other means of access to this portion of the Keep. You could return to your bedchambers, and the comfort of your warm bed, or, perhaps, this could an opportunity you don't want to waste...?