The hallways are quiet and empty, yet still filled with an immense burden and heavy, tension.

Rhaegar walks with purpose and meaning, confidence and poise exuding in every step through these desolate walls. A formal, brave, and proud prince. That's who he was.

But there is something else there, a certain exhaustion and tiredness that only the keenest eyes could see. The weariness in his dark indigo eyes is hidden so well, that even he can't tell it's there anymore.

He sighs deeply, trying to gather himself as his steps start to quicken.