"Have you ever considered why she does not send your or your brother to war?"
Moving closer, ignoring the dark stain on the stone floor from where the goblet had landed, he simply stepped over it with little care to reach the jacket.
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"I should not speak for her. It is not my place, but she is..."
There was a pause followed by a deafening silence that Harwin himself placed between the two about how he should proceed with caution.
" I fear she is afraid of losing you any of you . . . we-"
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His hand did not retreat at her words; it only moved to cradle her cheek where she'd leaned into his touch. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of daily life continued, but at that moment, all that was another world away it was just the sound of two hearts beating in sync.
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His fingers tracing along her jawline and then coming to rest on her chin and tilting it upwards towards him.
"Frankly."
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" I am..."
There was a pause. Harwin knew it was a delicate subject surrounding him and the two princes. He knew the whispers and his own heart would never deny it, but for Rhanerya's sake, he could not be so public with his emotions even if they were his sons.
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He went to speak, but the words died before they were spoken. An inner struggle happening within that Lucerys could not even see.
"We are not speaking of jacerys . . . I am speaking of you, Luke. I am proud to see how far you have come."
His thumb had begun to gently caress her neck, feeling the beat of her heart beneath it, a reminder he was still hers with every flutter he felt. Pausing, he reached up to find a strand of hair that had befallen over her left eye and moved it with a gentle tenderness.
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The sly smile that crept upon his face at his words was almost barely noticeable. Moving closer setting his gloves aside closing the distance
"A fourth? I'm thinking a fifth too"











