humble rat

He hit me and it felt like a kiss. Reminded me of when we were kids.

Methinks Baby M worshipped the ground Baelor walked on. He wanted to be just like him, watched in awe as he won all those tourneys, wished he could be just as great a young knight. But in time, jealousy grew too, and resentment. Baelor seemed so perfect and he could never live up to him.

Sparring in the training yard was the highlight of their day to day. For Baelor, there was now an equal. A best friend. For Maekar, there was someone to beat so that he could prove that they were equals. An older brother.

But despite it all, life was stuck in "summer." And they were children. Nothing felt like it could ever go wrong.

Then life happened. Marriages. Kids. Wars. Politics. Accidents. Death. Hatred. Love.

And a lot of it might have been Maekar's fault. He fucked up. And he kept fucking up.

But in Baelor's final moments, none of that mattered. All he could think of was them sparring in the training yard. And he was proud. So immensely proud of how strong his brother had become.