i can’t be soft. i can’t let my guard down. i can’t be vulnerable, because they’ll all learn who i really am. i don’t want them to know how weak and pathetic i truly am. fragility is a curse.
@LORDBREAKBONES fingers with a gentleness. “What I mean is… is Ser Criston acting untoward towards the boys in a manner that’s 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 against me?”
Awakened abruptly by the clamorous thrashing of thunder, Rhaenyra stalks over to the windowsill, a finger guiding the curtain to one side. It was stormy, and no sleep would come to her tonight.
@LORDBREAKBONES careful consideration as she ponders how to articulate her next words. “Harwin,” her voice is low, soft. “I heard of what happened in the courtyard. Does it warrant for concern?” Aware of how her words might’ve implied his fault, Rhaenyra grabs his hand, interlacing their»
@LORDBREAKBONES more, 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙. Ten years in the making, after all. Stalking behind him, Rhaenyra lays a comforting hand to his shoulder before she sits beside him with a heaved sigh, “Were you feeling peckish as well?” She murmurs, lips twitching.
@LORDBREAKBONES downstairs to the scullery, grimacing at the discomfort that shot between her legs. Perhaps being on her feet this early wasn’t a good idea. Breathing a sigh of relief as she gets to the kitchens, Rhaenyra spots him at the table, her champion and—her heart tightens—something»