I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. In the interest of spoiling one Kit Harington: Think of this as a sort of limitless coupon that you can reference each time you feel grumpy or slumpy, or when you’re in dire need of a massage, or when you long to have someone hurry off to the kitchen to put the kettle on to ward off an oncoming cold but you can’t muster up the strength to do it yourself. Think of me as happy to cater to you and all too willing to tell a silly joke or fall flat on my face to call a smile to your perfect lips. Think of the two of us as a promise of something that you’ll always have, in temperamental moments and sleepless nights and sinful and skin-full mornings and afternoons and evenings and any second we can manage, for that matter. I know there are few things that you dislike more than early mornings, but bear with me – I think you’ll enjoy your birthday surprise. (And if you don’t, you’re welcome to hold it over my head for years to come.)