ever since you were in the womb.

Larys had swore to alicent that he would protect and nurture your life and your potential to the succession of your twin brother ‘Aegon II Targ____’ and so he did always staying in the dark during your childhood, lurking as he protected you from afar to watch you be shaped into the person you are now but after the battle of rook’s nest and aegon’s fatal injuries, Aemond was named prince regent and you were in line to be princess regent if alicent proved to be worthless in aemond’s eyes the boy had grown even more callous after using vhagar against both aegon and rhaenys so it peaked larys’ worry as he is now stood beside you as you interact with the sleeping and severely injured aegon who seems half on the door of death and half an inch away from living his hands rest upon his walking cane

his eyes drift to your face studying every part of your expression from your pores to your facial muscle reflexes whenever you move, he knows you like the back of his hand and you are so blissfully unaware of the fact he could turn around and give whatever enemy dirt on you but there's a sense of companionship in the fact you always seemed unbothered by his presence be it your status as a targ____ princess who he would be severely harmed for even thinking to murder or if you see him as a friend, he’ll settle for either

“When the mouse rests, the cat comes out to play.” Larys says, his hand leaving his wooden cane to rest on your shoulder squeezing it slightly