"You'll be alright. You do love her don't you." Laenor grumbled at my statement.
"Of course I love her. She's my wife. And my closest friend."
"Aww. I thought I was."
"You're not helping this situation." I smiled sadly, and stood up.
"You're helping her. So she can be happy. And so can you."
"Will she be safe?" I nodded and grabbed his hand.
"This will be the last time we ever see each other. You'll be away from Westeros and free from being actually murdered." He gripped my hand as Rhaenyra's hired 'assassin' came in.
"I love you, Laenor. I always will."
"You're awfully confident this will work."
"It will. It has to. Goodbye." I smiled at him one last time before leaving. You better not hurt him, I whispered to the assassin.
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