#sebastion ♛ || glendon baratheon 01

[xfulminare]

with glendon baratheon @vowskept

perhaps he should have found himself more concerned with his own safety after an attempt had come so close to robbing the kingdoms of their queen. but the prince considered himself far too beloved to be at risk of such a thing. it was why he had found himself at a tavern with just a guard, confident that not only would no one be of any kind of threat to him, that even if someone did surprise him he would be able to handle them. but any thought of such a risk had long since left his mind, attention drawn by jests and the raucous laughter of those around him. he was midway through pouring himself another glass of wine when the sight of the lord commander of the kingsguard briefly made him pause. "uncle!" table was leaned over to ensure he got the elder baratheon's attention, hand moving to shoo one of his companions from their chair to make space for him. "come, join me. you look like you could use a drink. take a break from all your worrying."

[xfulminare]

too strong a sense of invincibility had long flown through his veins for him to take the warnings of his uncle seriously. while he supposed that there might have been some truth to them considering recent events, vanity meant that he would never consider a risk to the queen was also a risk to him. he was more popular, was he not? was love and loyalty of his people not the best shield he could possess? so instead of agreeing with a man far older and wiser he simply tuts ( ignoring a nagging feeling that perhaps he should be more receptive to advice ) shake of his head given as though he is the disappointed one out of them both. "come now, uncle, there's no need for such formalities." it was no lie when he had never coveted such titles from his family. from all else perhaps, but never his kin. glance is caught between commander and guard, uncharacteristic frown settling onto his brow. "nor is there any need for this good ser to receive your ire. he is still with me, is he not? I am perfectly safe and -" grin is aimed up at his uncle as he reached for the bottle once more, hoping his charms would still work on family. "- if you join me I will be all the safer."

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄,    glen's brother and nephew. but the adage like father, like son exists for a reason, he supposes. he'd never felt comfortable in places like this. even when matthos dragged him out to taverns and dimly lit streets to drag glen full-bodied out of his shell, all it had done was make him retreat further in. it was too loud, too smelly, the floors too sticky . glen held the hem of his white cloak as he waded through the throng. a towering hulk of a man with or without armor, the sea parted easily for kingsguard to meet prince. glen eyed the offered seat warily and remained standing. he should be back with the king and queen, ensuring that he made up for his and his cohort's earlier lapse. he understood that there was no love lost between step-mother and tstep-children, and yet even so, the boy (   man, glen must remind himself, sebastion already four-and-thirty    )  ought to take more care. the crown and its kin were often seen as one and the same by those who didn't mind a little blood.  ❝    it seems to me, your highness,    ❞    chastises glen,     ❝    that you are not worrying enough.    ❞    a critical eye, disappointed and accusatory, found its way to the prince's guard as well.