@monarchkitten || starter call
‘ you’ve grown. ’
her tone almost accuses as if growing were a thing he might have to be ashamed of. it has been years, she thinks, since her eyes had settled on her brother. though, perhaps now he was not her brother, but a king with a CROWN lying heavy. how many years had they spent clinging to each other for hope in a castle growing cold with lies? and now — gods, now, they stood in those walls with him the authority, him the man he was never meant to be. tommen. her first friend and the first of his name. their own lives in turmoil and she can only comment on his STATURE.
‘ though it is perhaps not wise for me to speak to my KING in this way. ’