cue loud sighing from the queen. he is *far too stubborn for his own good. she only hopes that he won't exert himself too much , unless he wants to be back on bedrest for another week.. or two.
a soft grumble as she stepped away, allowing the maesters to start fluttering about to dress him.
he would not let this pain stop him from doing what he wanted to do โโ he had men to behead and a court to be present for. heโll be damned if he let this keep him from his duties.
he stared at her, nodding his head.
then he nodded towards the maesters gathered.
โ my armor.โ
