he gave a grunt that might have been one of acceptance; the snow beneath his boots crunched as he turned toward the great fire.
‘ then come, ’ he said, sending him a couple of glances, looking for a change of heart. >
⠀
a low hum sounded in his throat, own
gaze following the northern wolf’s as
attention was shifted towards the
main source of heat. a temporary
reprieve.
“ it would do you well to trade dire
wolves for dragons. ”
a subtle jest, though +
⠀
‘ you know how to count, i trust. ’
cregan did not speak that he didn’t think the north was a place for a dragon, that it was better to leave the wolves' things to the wolves—
aegon sat in front of him. he looked smaller than the wolf had imagined.
it wasn’t that it mattered— he knew how lethal anyone could be, regardless of appearances.
‘ your grace, ’ he says, giving a half—bow.
he entered the chamber with one hand resting near his belt.
the red keep was too warm— even in winter, king’s landing seemed to sweat.
the stones held the day’s heat, and the air smelled of wax, wine, and smoke. >
he pushes back, loosening his grip just enough to ensure he won’t hurt osrik— not even by accident.
other arm now holding him by the shoulders. ‘ then our end shall be the same. how poetic. ’
he was man accustomed to holding. his hands were made to duty, to the sword, to fixing, to bearing the weight of an entire castle in peril— yet he allowed it.
the embrace was quiet, somewhat awkward, at least for him;
as quick as her wrath had grown to simmer, it passes. in its place is a relief she hadn't thought she would be blanketed by again any time soon, —— beneath the weight of her cousin's coat.
elanne's eyes grow glossy, stare drifting between cregan's face and back &&;
cregan remained tense, his jaw tightening as the seconds ticked by.
then, his arms wrapped around her— firm and steady. he felt the she-wolf’s breath close by and knew it was enough.
he could repeat the 𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 more times than there are words in the largest book in the north, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
worrying is part of his daily life. ❬ … ❭
a faint shift touched his expression, though it scarcely amounted to look grateful. there was little in the prince's words that could be of use to him, but he did not overlook the offer itself.
⠀
a small nod of understanding follows.
while the winter chill and the loss of
farming & stock was not an ailment
he often endured back home, he was
smart enough to recognise the
complications.
“ i know little about what makes a
perfect +
⠀
‘ you do not need to know how, yet ’ eyes wandered toward the great hearth, where the flames cast a restless light.
‘ if you mean to help, i will find you something worth doing ’ — an easy work— he does not add.
he laid a hand upon the other man’s back, not to hurry him, but guide him toward a place where they might sit—
the wolf leaves long enough to fetch two cups, offering one ‘ here. ’