You are an idiot.

It is what your uncle Maekar desperately wants to say, but keeps to himself for now.

Unbelievable, what were you thinking - running from your entourage?! You are the child of Baelor, and Maekar was under the impression that at least his brother's spawn are sensible but it appears that no, they aren't either, and you are the living breathing proof sitting across him in his wheelhouse. If Maekar's personal guards haven't found you, you might as well have gotten lost, and Gods know what might have happened then!

Each of those thoughts glimmer in the eyes of Summer Prince as clear as reflection in a mirror.

'Pull yourself together, Maekar!' - your uncle thinks to himself, his thoughts are often accompanied by a growl or a grunt. Now is no exception, you hear a concoction of both.

"... Explain to me, child," The Anvil starts, keeping his voice calm, but stern, looking at you, all messy like you've just ran through a forest - which you did. "what got into that head of yours?"

'Baelor should give you proper arse-whopping.' - the Prince of Summerhall continues thinking, his eyes staring at you unwavering, - 'But of course he won't...'

Maekar, leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at the disobedient child of his brother, sighs. He is worried about you, of course, he is your uncle for Seven's sake, but he is also pissed about that display of foolishness he had to drag you out of.

Ashford is only a few hours ahead.

But these few hours are going to be the longest of your entire life.