Things weren’t looking too good. Theon had been right, that fateful night weeks ago; when the gossip rags decided that they had bad things to say about you, it felt awful, because you cared too much. Robin had to drive himself away from the publications that were supposed to speak of his praise in that wonderful blue suit he’d worn, because his name was now associated with possible murder. He didn’t think that his father was the killer - he couldn’t believe that his father had the ability to pull things like that off, let alone understand what the note said - but some people certainly did believe it, which made things all the more difficult.
Robin didn’t know how Loras did it - he looked so beautiful, even in a time like this. It felt like it had been ages since Robin last looked in a mirror. Admittedly, he couldn’t even recall the last time he showered. It could’ve been yesterday, maybe the day before, maybe the week before. He couldn’t begin to say. Sitting across from him felt odd, though. Like he was the moon trying to outshine the sun. A beggar across from a prince. “Thanks for the breakfast.” Doing his best not to mumble, Robin felt himself shifting in his seat, trying to build up an appetite to eat the food in front of him. “It looks really good...”
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