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@tsarions “why would i be? nothing good has come out of it so far.” she holds on to his palm as she gets down, into the muddy, filthy interiors of the keep before stepping forth inside the keep. “come, my dear son, it’s time you met them too.”

@festgrave "it could've been in my control," he insists, rushing out before her to stand by and help her down and out of the carriage. "it sounds like you're not fond of their decisions."

he's snuck away from the hightower army— as much as a dragon may sneak— to visit @festgrave. he trusts that lord ormund will survive without his squire for a few days.

@realmscrown chains suit me?

@festgrave a compliment, my queen. it suits you.

looks so pretty in chains.

@tsarions “no point talking about things that were out of anyone’s control, including yours. with the leadership your brothers have shown, it was bound to come.” gathering her skirt and slowly emerging out of the chariot, walking towards steps leading to the red keep, with him in tow.

@festgrave he'd heard news of it. reminded now, the eyes gazing outside become a glare. if only someone would try it now, with him here. the example he'd make. "i heard." he says promptly. "i should have been here."

@tsarions “just more .. padding. safety. your sister and i were attacked not too long ago while visiting the sept.” she says with a smile, trying hide to the pain behind it. she couldn’t help but look out the panelled window, the passer-by bowing while it move towards the red keep.

@festgrave "good. i don't want to see my mother weep." he reaches out to wipe away the tears himself too. he looks around as if the change in subject is in the very room with them. he makes it so. "you've added more padding to the carriage. or have these roads finally been fixed?"

@tsarions “i pray for thay early grave, if anything. better me first than my children.” squeezing his palm, nodding before wiping her cheek with back of her sleeved gown. “but i promise, no more war conversation.”

@festgrave "you'll worry yourself into an early grave, and i won't have that." his hand comes up to come over hers, clasping it softly. "just for one day. it's all i ask."

@tsarions “i would dare not to, sweet boy. but it worries me—–all your fate worries me.” brows twist into a deep frown but she finds herself forcing a smile too, for his sake. what else can she do? not hold him under the pleats of her skirt. that’d tag him a coward.

@festgrave that almost wipes the smile from his face. but he keeps it up— for her. the hand on his cheek urges him to turn back to her, cool, amethyst eyes meeting hers. "let's not discuss war. there's plenty of time for that."

@tsarions muses to herself.

@tsarions “i don’t know how long this war might go on for. i’ll take any bit of spoiling i get from you.” she’s trying her hardest not to dim his spirit but she is just a mother who is worried for the future of her child. she reaches out and strokes his cheek. he looks like her, she +

@tsarions watches his expressions, every little micro detail about it. trying to memorise him, his little quirks. she’s missed out so much that it pains her—having to memorise it all.

@tsarions kings landing has always been filthy. and anyone who’s lived in oldtown would find it an eye sore. she was once where he is now—disapproving of the capital. “i am fond of anything you do, my boy. and yes, i’d love to hear you play. i am sure even your sister would.” alicent +

i will miss you forever

@tsarions “there’s .. nothing to share, my sweet boy. i am as you had left me.” a pained smile on her face. how could she ever tell him about her sinful activities? or the fact that she has begun to gro detached from her own children? “is there something you wish to know?”

@festgrave "like a prince," he assures her. he's too humble and compliant to have any complaints if there were any. though the gloss of his mother's eyes as she speaks is... painful. has he neglected her? should he have stayed away? "enough about me. i want to hear about you."

@tsarions well? do they treat you well? does ormund keep you like he would his own son?”

@tsarions her heart wants to believe him but these trying times have turned her bitter. rotten; almost. she offers a smile of truce——but it isn’t completely honest. perhaps she lost her little daeron to oldtown few years ago. his kindness is her compensation, she thinks. “are you +

@tsarions her at all?

@tsarions “not bored enough would eventually mean that you don’t think of me often.” her lips twist into a firm line as they both sit inside, shielded by the decorative maroon curtains. her eyes though, are on her youngest. perceptive and trying to gauge his reaction. does he miss +

@tsarions sept, towards the chariots.

@tsarions her eyes well up at that. she doesn’t even remember oldtown anymore. just a faint, haunting memory of her mother, alerie and gwayne, her brother. “how is oldtown? is it .. still glistening as the capital as it once was?” snaking her arm around his, she leads him out of the +