Do you not yearn for me with that same bone deep intensity? It is easy to claim you are half-mad with memories, but i want to see that derangement consume you until you can no longer breathe without my scent in your lungs, mayhap i would like to hear it from your own lips, to know if your blood truly burns as mine does when we are forced to stand apart. Despite my absolute loathing for this court, this den of hollow piety, i find a twisted, sharp pleasure in these tournaments. Or rather, i find pleasure in the sight of you. Mhm, it also amuses me very much that you are so eager to have your things brought to my chambers by nightfall, i find that i prefer it that way, it is only right that is you who must come to me, dear blood. As for our father, his displeasure is a heavy shadow that never lifts from his brow, and his attitude shows no sign of softening even under the forced mercy of Baelor’s grace. He watches us as if he can smell the smoke on our skin, but let him brood in his bitterness.
