No one dares to comment on the prince's moods. But things worsen as time passes by, as surely as day becomes night: on the first week, exhaustion. By the second week, men had started to fall on their knees, clutching their stomachs and emptying their contents beyond all capability.
By the third week, even castle folk began to show symptoms.
Now, reaching the month, what remains of his captaincy stands looking haggard.
"The septon's no use, your grace. The little man has resorted to prayers now, writing to fetch for some sisters."
"What we need is a Maester, but the one residing in Harrentown died a while back, and no one has come to take over the post."
"We could fetch for one from the Capital."
"The men can't wait."
Tired heads put to thought. While the men ruminate the issue, the woman pouring Aemond's wine look particularly nervous, eyes jumping from one face to the other, lips tight - eager to speak, perhaps. ]
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Date: 2024-07-20 05:44 pm (UTC)No one dares to comment on the prince's moods. But things worsen as time passes by, as surely as day becomes night: on the first week, exhaustion. By the second week, men had started to fall on their knees, clutching their stomachs and emptying their contents beyond all capability.
By the third week, even castle folk began to show symptoms.
Now, reaching the month, what remains of his captaincy stands looking haggard.
"The septon's no use, your grace. The little man has resorted to prayers now, writing to fetch for some sisters."
"What we need is a Maester, but the one residing in Harrentown died a while back, and no one has come to take over the post."
"We could fetch for one from the Capital."
"The men can't wait."
Tired heads put to thought. While the men ruminate the issue, the woman pouring Aemond's wine look particularly nervous, eyes jumping from one face to the other, lips tight - eager to speak, perhaps. ]