it’s a funny thing — both grief, her oldest friend, and the difficulty of having her boys here. so few have had patience for them, herself included, and yet they haven’t done anything half so terrible as any number of grown men, in this place. perhaps others see her boys as she does, having known her first — as the shackles of the crown, indenting her pale flesh.
it saddens her, all the same. and it ruins her, to lose aegon again, to have failed at her second and third chance to comfort him. what sort of mother doesn’t hug her son, when he returns to her from the dead? ]
no subject
it’s a funny thing — both grief, her oldest friend, and the difficulty of having her boys here. so few have had patience for them, herself included, and yet they haven’t done anything half so terrible as any number of grown men, in this place. perhaps others see her boys as she does, having known her first — as the shackles of the crown, indenting her pale flesh.
it saddens her, all the same. and it ruins her, to lose aegon again, to have failed at her second and third chance to comfort him. what sort of mother doesn’t hug her son, when he returns to her from the dead? ]
Thank you, Koby.