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eris’ approach is a purposely loud one, leather dragging against stone the moment he passes the threshold allowing the other plenty of time to compose himself β€” a common courtesy to those still nursing wounds. β€œ the maesters would have a fit if they saw c.xn--6ii/
sitting by the fireplace drinking a glass of wine, he knew he shouldn’t, yet it made the pain in his head bearable.
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you drinking. ” words a soft hum echoing from his perch mere steps away. β€œ they already complain about how little you targaryens listen. ”
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despite best efforts to remain the ever π“ˆtern guard their father raised him to be, a smile blossoms at that. the slightest curl upon lips as his head shakes faintly. β€œ that was terribly cheesy, ” chuckling as he finally grants himself a reprieve c.xn--6ii/
β € β €β €gaze averted from cup in order to glance up ﹐ hint of a truthful smile ghosting over brims οΉ” faint shake of head ﹐ she knew all too well the guilt that had taken root οΉ’ ❛ home is wherever my children are ⟒
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from his ceaseless watching. body turning just enough to face her, the remnants of amusement slowly fluttering from tan skin. β€œ father will eventually realize that manfred needs me far more than you, ” it’s a wonder he hasn’t figured it out yet .. a c.xn--6ii/
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drunk that cannot bite his tongue vs. a lady in the most well guarded palace with a prince at her side.. perhaps it’s an attempt at kindness that has kept their father from tearing eris from the home he has found in the keep. β€œ i’m beginning to fear i may miss it here. ”
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perched within the doorway still, dark eyes ever watchful no matter the exhaustion lining them. the silence that’s hung thick since she’d settled the evening finally shattered with a soft clearing of his throat, β€œ do you ever miss home? ” a trick c.xn--6ii/
β € β €β €β €finger slowly tracing rim of wine filled chalice ﹐ humming to herself οΉ” a peaceful evening it is οΉ’ β €
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question, truly. a way to know if he should feel guilt for how little he wishes to ever return.
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β€œ ah.. ” a shake of his head, as a hand reaches out β€” 𝒽esitating even as she settles herself against him. β€œ he believes everything he doesn’t understand is a bad omen, ” his pursuit is abandoned, hand instead resting against his thigh restlessly c.xn--6ii/
she knows that look well enough; it is the same she holds in her own lilac eyes. such a deep loneliness . . . it has plagued them both for so very long. a dream of him had brought her here. a hand is lifted to pat his Β»
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tapping as he considers her offer .. only a fool would accept it, and what example would he be setting for jena’s children if he came home a deserter? … his head shakes, final in it’s decision no matter the ache blossoming within his chest. β€œ you c.xn--6ii/
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already know my decision, my lady, i’m sure you’ve seen this unfold already. ”
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syl.xn--6ii/ those brief moments where he could reunite with the family he had in the keep is the Only thing that keeps him going actually
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β€œ no, ” yes, he misses them more than anything. every day is a fight between heart and mind on if he should plead with baelor to allow him back. β€œ i’m sure they’ve done well without me, and father wants me with his heir. ” he mutters as his gaze c.xn--6ii/
oh, but he is. she is sweeping by to sit by his feet. ،، what is the matter? missing your family? ٫٫
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finds her own, truly trying his best to seem convincing in spite of the sorrow lurking within dark eyes.
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chin raising from it’s perch upon his palm, finally torn from thought. already forcing a tight, tired smile. him? pouting? 𝑛ever.
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