❝ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❞
GAME OF THRONES, ROLEPLAY PROMPTS. still accepting ! expect slow response times.
" ... it is as you say: a kindness. it is not a debt, your grace. " the storm born in each baratheon was something that only some could temper, others letting it run them wild like it did his father: borros. it seemed that like his grandfather, cyrus was made of the same bespelled stone that stormsend was carved from; hard, strong, and unmoving. in that same vein, parts of his mother shined through, too. not quite so belligerent as his father, he was however proud— proud to be baratheon born, first in succession, and to support queen rhaenyra when he believed his morals dictated he must.
therefor as he stands before her, his queen, with something his father would never offer the targaryen royalty (an apology) ... he does not expect anything in return. he did not come here to be rewarded— fully expecting his birthright to fall to a sister the moment he had crossed under dragonstone's threshold, and content with that— but to do what he felt was right.
for that was something every baratheon had in common. once they got something like this in their heads, there was no changing their minds. what was set, was set in stone. cyrus might as well of been forged from steel as he stands before the dragon queen.
" i want to help you, if you'd have me. i'd wish to serve beneath my queen in any way that can aid your cause. "