Since many months he spent in comatose, the life around seems changed very much, so when he comes to his senses it was… hard for him to understand how it works now. He was not able to walk properly and seems can’t have fun like he did it before with his brothers and sisters, so mostly he sit lonely at the side to not disturb anyone.

He didn’t even try to spoke to someone like before, as if even so he was young he quite understands that he wouldn’t be able to be the same. So it was kinda a pitiful sight to see, as his brown eyes watched curiously everyone around and how he looked down every time he saw, how someone looked at him more than a few minutes, seems became self conscious. He knows that he is still loved, like any other child in family, but still. It’s lonely to just sit here.

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Today he again sit here, looking at the train field, where his brothers trained to use swords. That was really a great view, how masterfully they do every move, even while backing away to the new round. Sometimes he wonders if he would be able to be so good like them, if not… Well. He looked down at himself, sighing. He started to walk a bit, that was already a progress after him being all the time on the wheelchair, but still it was not enough to walk without help, since he stumbled all the time.

Out of his thought he come to his senses, as he saw here a girl. A girl he saw only a few times at dinners… He didn’t remember well, but it seems she was from one of the vassals Houses. And now she was laughing, playing with his sister Arya, as he sit here, looking at her with a curious gaze. He rarely saw a girl to wear a dress and still using a sword to play with, as she was good with it, not so good as his brothers or Arya, but… It looked like she was dancing with sword and it was pretty.

As she saw his gaze on her, she smiled and stopped, as she asked Arya to wait a minute and for his surprise come closer to him. He didn’t expected this, so he got nervous and his eyes go down, as his messy brown hair covered them.