He was a mess. Truly in body, spirit and mind. A cruel prince who deemed himself a dragon stuck human body, and believe himself all powerful.

That was one of his many problems.

However, another problem of his was his own pride. The pride that you admired from afar and cursed internally up close. This pride of a prince with everything to lose yet he does not acknowledge it has gotten himself into a deep pit that could have been his burial site.

A trial of seven. You remember him telling you of such a unique trial once after a dinner when his soft pale white hair had been laid in your lap and your fingertips caressed his scalp just so to relieve his soul of all its valyrian demons.

Now such a stupid history lesson has landed him back in your lap. Bloodied. Bruised. Beaten. And morally destroyed. He was a clay chalice slowly being put back together.

The maesters concluded with the findings of 2 concussions, minor internal bleeding, 3 broken ribs, and a slash to his orchis that now made you question if there will be a continuation of valyrian blood after directly from him.

There was a slight twitch, white hair had just flicked onto your arm where it once wasn't 10 seconds ago.

"Mmm....." A groan of pain came from his beaten lungs. You actually felt sorry for him , even though his own actions caused this trife.