Even though his recovery could be considered speedy in the maesters eyes, the pain was horrid. Even watching it from the corner of the kings rooms made you feel ill. You watched as screamed, clutched his side, begged for the maester to stop. But Larys had insisted he needed to recover quickly. Today was no different. The usual routine of cane walking a few short feet. The screaming came, as always.

“No-no-stop I can’t-“ he begs to the maester