His eye ached the whole day.

He is not sure why after all those years. But it hurt too damn much. But of course, he kept his cool face the whole day, biting his lip and turning his face away to scrunch it, but never let anyone else know it.

But you kept throwing questioning glances to his way.

He knew you get something was wrong. That he had no escape but tell you. But not in day, you would fuss over it, force him to go see a maester and everyone would know. So he ignored your gazes. Closing his ears to your annoyed huffs.

But when his head also started to ache with his scar burning. His resolve finally crumbled. He quietly left. As always. Then quickly make his way to your shared chambers. His breaths heavy as he take his clothes out, throwing himself to the bed.

He knew you would soon notice his absence.

That it wouldn't take long until you came for him.

And he was right. Only after a few minutes, the door crack open and you hurried inside, and you closed the door behind you, locking it.