#♔ ·.༄࿔ interactions. — long live the king.

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@kastadarias - Would you really have gotten in a fight for me?

THE YOUNG KING GIVES PAUSE , as if the question confuses him. he's so hard to read these days. seeming so distant from the world. perhaps that has something to do with it. his melancholy keeping him from showing jahaera how much she really does mean to him. perhaps more than she could know. the two of them shared a wound from the same sword of familial civil war. trying so desperately to recover from wound they may never truly heal from. ' i would , ' it's not enough. he knows it. it's evident in the sigh from the king. ' i am ... sorry , if my solemnness suggests i would not stand for you as your husband. ' it's small , and comes as quickly as it came , but a small smirk graces his lips.

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her assessment of herself saddened him. the only reason she saw herself in such a way , was due to the fact that the mere thought of existing to not interest him in the slightest. no wonder she didn't think he saw anything worth value in her. he couldn't see value in much of anything these days. but that was to no fault of her. if anything , jahaera had been a saint in all of this. he couldn't thank her enough. only frustration that he couldn't find the right words to thank her for all that she had done for him.

it was tentative , uncomfortable even in the way the king moved , but a hand lifted to gently hold hers in his hand. soft skin making contact with his hand. he hated that he could not seem to find happiness in this world. that he couldn't even bring himself to try. he wanted to , but what was the point? when he still found himself trapped in that war that happened all those years ago. ' i should like to have some more of your company jahaera. or ... i , i would like to try. '

"I   know   I   am   not   the   most   attentive   wife."   she   had   always   been   aware   that   he   liked   his   space   and   his   quietness.   he   looked   more   to   the   stars   in   melancholy   than   to   her   and   she   did   the   same   in   turn.   far   too   young   when   they   were   wed,   it   gave   the   realm   a   bit   of   peace   and   respite   but   she   finds   herself   aware   that   now,   grown   and   with   years   upon   them,   there   are   things   that   have   to   be   discussed.   the   maesters   had   told   her   years   from   now   that   she   would   be   able   to   carry   children   like   her   mother   had   to   full   term   if   she   and   the   king   bedded   but   she   could   not   impose   it   on   him.

  his   words   reassure   her,   a   timid   smile   on   the   queen's   lips   as   she   nods.   "I   would   not   be   upset   if   you   would.   the   realm   needs   an   heir.   and   perhaps   I   remind   you   of.   .   .less   peaceful   times."   but   somehow   she   found   a   grace   in   his   companionship.   he   understood   her   pain   like   she   did   his   own.   put   on   a   throne   to   end   a   war,   at   the   cost   of   their   family.   they   tell   them   that   the   war   ended   but   in   her   dreams,   the   war   never   stopped.   "I   am   glad   you   will   not.   I   enjoy   your   company.   I   wish   to   experience   it   more."

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THE KING HADN'T BEEN THE SAME SINCE THE DANCE. more specifically , since that day. that day he wouldn't speak upon. like he was afraid of that day in history. there was no telling what sort of man he would have been had his mother not met that ill fate. he never held that against jahaera. he never could. it was this whole place that reminded him of the pursuit his mother had gone on that ended in her gruesome death. all because his grandfather's word could not be honored. it all left this grand castle to feel like nothing but a tomb. it was in this tomb that he mourned the relationship he and his queen never got to have. had things been different , perhaps he wouldn't look upon her , and feel such guilt. he loved her. as much as he could love anyone with such a large piece of his heart missing since that day. he tried. but it wasn't enough. her question gives the young king pause. a furrow of his brow upon thinking of a time that she would not be there. that some familiarity that he had indeed come to love would be gone. ' you've done nothing to make me want such a thing. ' the next words that follow give him further pause. affection now so unfamiliar to him. ' i could not replace you if i tried. '

Their   marriage   had   not   been   ideal.   she   had   spent   her   early   childhood   believing   she   would   find   a   suitable   husband   one   day   and   the   other   knowing   that   husband   would   be   her   brother,   per   tradition.   and   then   he   was   murdered,   and   the   war   left   them   both   with   scars   and   grief   and   they   sat   on   a   throne   neither   of   them   wanted.   she   would   not   blame   him   if   he   had   no   love   or   care   for   her   beyond   what   should   be   her   wifely   duties.   "i   do   think   your   solemness   makes   me   question   it.   but   I   am   glad   to   be   proven   wrong."   if   she   could   only   be   able   to   make   him   smile   more.   some   days   she   does   not   think   she   could   make   him   happy   as   a   wife.   or   a   queen.   "so   you   would   not   take   another   as   wife   and   queen?   i   heard   some   say   you   would."   ill   rumors,   she   been   told.   but   she   had   failed   to   be   that   much   of   a   queen.   at   her   age   by   now   her   mother   had   children,   and   so   did   her   grandmother,   even   his   mother.   not   that   they   shared   much   of   a   bed.   "that   pleases   me,   that   you   would   not   seek   to   replace   me."