@draeggon / from here.
can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.
Stay, Aegon asked, and Baelor's heart went into his throat. He stared at his hand, ready to pull open the door that would lead him out of his nephew's rooms, and watched it begin to shake. There was no denying how hard these past few years had been for either of them — the king who never was, the king who was never meant to be — nor how close they had become as a result of them.
Of course I will stay, Baelor wanted to say. In the perplexing manner of their House, though, that would have been too simple. Instead, Baelor turned his wheelchair with a raised brow. He moved back toward Egg, slow so that his pace might seem playfully ominous ( and hopefully inspire a smile ).
❝You are a menace to this old man's sleep, nephew,❞ Baelor said somewhat sternly. His hand lifted and patted the arm of a much cozier, plush chair close to the fire. ❝Come on, then — assist your uncle, Egg. Free me from this infernal contraption.❞ That commanding voice softened then, purple - and - brown eyes studying the young ruler with the same sort of love that used to drive his sons mad.
❝Perhaps, Your Majesty will be kind enough to truly share what is on your mind.❞