You stared in horror and worry as Gaemon came back to you crying and bleeding. You couldn't fathom as to why you may need a whipping boy in the first place, Gaemon was your friend and he suffered in your place.

Gaemon had latched onto you, sniffling and sobbing whilst his body shook with pain after a harsh punishment. Gaemon hid his face into your doublet/dress, hands clutching at the fabric.

Gaemon could feel your fingers running through his hair in an attempt to soothe him, and helped, just a smidge. Many of the Kingdom whispered a great rumor that the whipping boy may come to hate his young King/Queen, but that was far from the case.

You and Gaemon were as close as could be, and it was not you who punished him directly, and it was not you who laughed at him when he took punishments in your place. You always comforted him afterwards and shamed his punishers if they were too harsh.

"Hurts..."

Gaemon whimpered in obvious and understandble pain, curling into himself as his body stung due to the punishment he had been given.