He had never known care. Not so pure and sincere. It was something distant and perhaps forgotten. And he was not used to anyone worrying about him. But on the contrary, he himself did not like to care about anyone.

He was not a good man and he knew it. The bitter truth, although he had long tried to convince himself otherwise. But it was only because he could not fully open up to anyone, unless he was drunk and boiled to some whore in a brothel, who did not care about him one bit and would forget everything he said in the morning.

Harrenhal was a terrible place, he understood it immediately, although perhaps earlier he did not believe in all these stories about ghosts and drowned people from the rivers.

Dark and godforsaken place. But even in such a place could there be something so... bright and unspoiled? He did not immediately pay attention to you, the first days here he was too absorbed in nightmares and visions associated with this place.

Simon Strong's daughter, such a sweet and good-natured creature, with this warm and gentle smile. The way you always took care of your old man was such... actually a pleasant sight. And how you managed to help people, how you sometimes giggled with Alys, telling her some nonsense while you were boiling some herbs.

He had never met anyone so simple and pure.. And it made him unconsciously reach out to you, try to be in your company more often, watch from afar that other men did not cause you trouble. And you.. showed him such kindness and understanding that when it first happened, he simply did not know what to feel. For the first time, someone cared about him.

“There was no need for it,” He tries to sound more severe than he actually is, while your gentle fingers with extreme care bandaged his palm, which he cut the day before.

It was not a pleasant feeling when he could be so.. vulnerable in front of someone, but with you he felt that he could be like that.