Something in his mind told him his companion would admit something. But not in the open where there's wandering eyes and whispers.
So he leaned in. "You're quite fond of me after all this time?"
โYouโre clever, young prince...โ
He chuckled softly. He winked as he popped a mouthful of food into his mouth; though he wouldnโt admit it, he had missed the young man sitting opposite him quite a lot.
โIโm not cold towards you.โ
A quiet confession. He acted as though he hadnโt said it, carrying on with his food. Of course he would; as if what heโd said didnโt matter.
โIโm sure Iโm not the person they see as handsome. Iโm more like...โ He paused for a moment; he wasnโt used to compliments. โIโm sure Iโm the one they call cold.โ
He looked over at the crowd; indeed, he was finally starting to hear the whispers of conversation.
"A Dornishman excites them, I imagine. Takes their mind off from talking about how handsome the Tyrells are."
โNo of course!โ
His voice betrayed a hint of excitement; he shook his head from side to side. He didnโt even know why he was reacting so strongly to this.
โWhat I mean is, you... Youโre a handsome man, and people are talking about you.โ
He shook his head from side to side.
"No, no... It's fine here. At least there'll be fewer people to spot you and whisper about it. Which is... something that happens quite often when I'm with you."
โI thought you liked being in the spotlight.โ
He murmured softly as he sat down beside Trystane and poured him some wine. He held out the glass to the young prince.
Garlan's voice got him out of his head and back to his plate. Indeed, they all looked delicious.
Once his plate was full, he made his way back to the man. "I know you said no questions...but shall we get a table?"
โYouโre looking at me as if I were the first person you ever cheered for.โ
He said it with a touch of mockery. As he filled his plate, he turned his gaze to the other dishes. He was feeling quite hungry.
The young prince chose his food and gathered it on a plate supplied for the feasting.
He couldn't help but think of the man, one whose physical prowess was well known. At the same time, he also noticed how handsome he was.
โChoose whatever you like...โ
He smiled faintly. As he watched the young prince, he couldnโt help but think of his past; he had grown into a very handsome young man. He coughed and clasped his hands behind his back.
โI hope youโre feeling hungry. Thereโs plenty of food.โ
He wrinkled his nose. As they made their way towards the dining area, he let go of the young princeโs hand.
He sighed heavily and took Trystaneโs hand, pulling him towards him. He kept his eyes fixed on him.
โYou stubborn prince. You know Iโm too gentle to stand you. Come with me...โ He raised his finger as if to warn him. โNo more questions.โ
"And miss out on the banquet? Sigh...fine."
He gave Garlan a nod before heading off. Part of him was tired from the journey anyway, even though he found himself wanting to be with the man.
โThatโs exactly what I mean. Iโm paying you a compliment, and youโre winking and wanting to hear more...โ
He grumbled; he wasnโt angry. He was still very much shy. He shook his head from side to side. โGo to your room.โ He definitely wanted to hide his flushed cheeks.
โHavenโt you heard enough? I donโt have any flowery words... My words are always short and to the point.โ
Perhaps it was also because his cheeks were a little flushed.
โNo, thatโs enough.โ
He kept his eyes fixed on Trystane. He couldnโt say any more; heโd said enough.
โIโll ask them to show you to your room. You must be tired.โ
โBecause roses should adorn beautiful things. Not a man with hands calloused from wielding a sword.โ
He kept his words simple. Perhaps he simply didnโt know how to pay a compliment; or perhaps it was something else. โYou ask too many questions.โ
โWhat a clever prince...โ
There was a hint of a joke in his words; as he pinned the flower to the princeโs hair, he stepped back. He clasped his hands behind his back.