HIATUS.
❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞
As curious as it is, it seems Daenerys is interested in the lives of her council members. One way or another, she finds a way to learn about their histories. What she uses this information for, however, a man knows not. Natheless, when his time comes, he relays to her a tale of his travels, of his childhood in Lorath — the latter of which a work of unadulterated fiction.
When he reaches Harrenhal, he speaks in sooth; this is when his queen bestows unto him her kind words. ( Whether or not they were solicited, he chooses not to acknowledge. A man has no doubts of his past actions. He offered; the child declined. No man in his right mind would doubt his ensuing actions: attending to duties of his own. )
He thinks to open his mouth and dismiss the woman’s comment, but thinks better and rules his face, canting his head as an enigmatic smile lines his fine lips.
“ My Queen, a man thanks you for this solace.”
