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Joffrey Lonmouth
After the initial tragedy and hours of Laenor and Daemon shouting Ser Gerald's name, they waited for the storm to cease.
When the storm had finally passed, and with the weather calming, they set out to retrieve his body. Joffrey was at the forefront, his heart heavy but still clinging to a faint hope. They scoured the shore, eyes scanning the water and the rocky coastline, but Gerald's body remained elusive.
Each moment that passed without finding him stoked a flicker of hope in Joffrey's chest. Mayhaps Ser Gerald had survived. Mayhaps he was out there somewhere, waiting to be found. But as the hours dragged on, that hope began to dim.
While calling their companion's name,a shout cut through the air, freezing everyone in place.
"Hey! Over here!"
Joffrey turned to see a knight pointing toward the water. His heart sank when they saw Daemon emerging from the waves, cradling Gerald's lifeless body in his arms.
The sight crushed Joffrey's last shred of hope,leaving him hollow and numb.
Pale and littered with wounds and an arrow still sticking out on his side. Eyes closed and lips as dark blue the gemstone Laenor once showed him. The foams at the mouth and nostrils might be seafoam, Joffrey thought.
The men around him fell silent, their own grief echoing in the stillness.
"Daemon..."
Corlys called out to Prince Daemon, but the prince didn't respond. He walked past them all, his face a mask of blankness, his eyes fixed on some distant point as he carried Gerald's body back to the camp.
The time goes by as Joffrey watched, his frustration mounting as he noticed the inaction of those around him. No one seemed to know what to do. Daemon didn't place Gerald's body with the other fallen soldiers in the makeshift graveyard they made but brought it to Gerald's tent instead. The men were unsure, their sorrow palpable, but their direction unclear.
He tried to talk to Laenor about it.They can't leave Gerald's body in his tent,letting it to rot because they don't know how to deal with the loss. They're knights, they know battles is like treading between life and death. It's an insult to Ser Gerald's honor.
"Laenor, what are we supposed to do? We can't just leave him in his tent." Joffrey said as he watched Laenor get dressed.
Laenor sighed, his own grief evident. "Daemon is still mourning. We have to give him time."
Time, Joffrey thought bitterly, was a luxury they did not have. The enemy wouldn't wait for them to grieve. And certainly the nature of a dead body.
Lord Corlys called for them, as they needed to replenish their resources, plan their next move. The camp buzzed with subdued activity, everyone trying to keep busy, but Joffrey's mind was elsewhere,and at their meeting, Daemon didn't show up.
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