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You are leaving tonight, and you think to tell me this now?

[That hurts.]

[valonqri]

[ He'd barely been in King's Landing near half a day before his brother had him thrown back out. It had to be a new record. Impressive, even to himself, but by far not the most impressive thing to happen tonight. Though, 'thrown out' is a loose term. They'd yet to find him yet to drag him out on his feet or knees, but it'd been made clear that he was no longer welcome. Somehow he made it out to be the lesser spectacle of the night. Second, maybe even third ranking? Depending on what wedding guest was asked. It hasn't left him embittered at all.

He'd left the hall on his own terms, slipping under the advantage of the chaos. Rhaenyra's taunts were the only thing rattling around as he'd pushed through the fleeing crowd. Only later he found out who'd been involved. The guards turned him away when he returned. Named specifically by order not to interrupt the ceremony. It's impressive that his brother acted so fast this time. Cutting a week's worth of festivities into half a night.

He knew once he left the Red Keep there would be no coming back. In the dead of night he only had few places to turn to, but none of them felt appetizing. For once in a rare time, he wanted to be home. He wanted to sleep in a bed made for a man of his title. He wanted to dig his heels into the stone out of spite for every time he walked away willingly. Perhaps that was the sign he really should just go. Go and fight for Runestone. Take his losses and be done with the capital. He loved it as much as he hated it and now it seemed there truly was nothing left for him.

This was his home, he'd spent long divulging the secrets behind the walls. He knew where the cellars of wine were kept and even further where no one bothers to keep an eye. Instead of a nice bed, he was sitting in the dirt against a pillar looking up at the candle lit skull of Balerion the Dread. Watching each of the candles burn down one by one unattended. It's not his favorite place, but it's the least bothered. Knowing maybe here at least he can drink and keep his peace. Once again to take leave in the morning.]