@intromusic starter call / he remains within the gray area of wondering what is appropriate and what is not. at the end of the day, he is but her sworn shield ā an expendable piece that could easily be replaced. (whether she'll take kindly to another is a matter to be wondered neither here nor there.) but have they not crossed a line when at an ungodly hour she permitted him to call her by her given name? alicent. only to be spoken in privacy when no eyes can wander, when no ears will hear them.
does that not make them friends? and as a friend (with affections sheathed, stuffed down so deep), his hand clasps around her own. a look of concern riddled within his eyes, brows furrowed as he held her hand before him ā silently inspecting. (when had she started this habit once more? the skin surrounding her nailbeds have seen better days.) he moves his hand until his palm meets smaller palm; his fingertips just barely weaving between hers ā simply supporting her. ā i wonder what it is that troubles you, your ā alicent. ā
