Things werenāt looking too good. Theon had been right, that fateful night weeks ago; when the gossip rags decided that they had bad things to say about you, it felt awful, because you cared too much. Robin had to drive himself away from the publications that were supposed to speak of his praise in that wonderful blue suit heād worn, because his name was now associated with possible murder. He didnāt think that his father was the killer - he couldnāt believe that his father had the ability to pull things like that off, let alone understand what the note said - but some people certainly did believe it, which made things all the more difficult.Ā
Robin didnāt know how Loras did it - he looked so beautiful, even in a time like this. It felt like it had been ages since Robin last looked in a mirror. Admittedly, he couldnāt even recall the last time he showered. It couldāve been yesterday, maybe the day before, maybe the week before. He couldnāt begin to say. Sitting across from him felt odd, though. Like he was the moon trying to outshine the sun. A beggar across from a prince.Ā āThanks for the breakfast.ā Doing his best not to mumble, Robin felt himself shifting in his seat, trying to build up an appetite to eat the food in front of him.Ā āIt looks really good...ā
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