“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the capital?”

Gywnn let out a whimper, trying to weave through the bustling courtyard with maids and servants. He follows after you like a lost puppy, nearly stumbling over his feet the moment you quicken your pace.

He only found out a few days prior.

Having wandered down the hall during his free time (which he always uses to visit you), he noticed your room in the Southern palace lacked its usual treasures and grandeur it usually had.

Even their mother's desk, your most prized possession, was missing from its usual spot.

When he'd ask a passing maid about why your room was suddenly so bare, Gywnn was only then informed that you were moving to the countryside to pursue your ‘studies’. He had rushed to their father's studies to confirm the new information, and it turned out to be true after all.

The thought of you leaving makes him sick to his stomach. He felt like throwing up.

“Do you have to go?” he adds, hoping that you’d somehow change your mind.

All it took was one glance towards the filled carriages for his anxiety to flare.

Gywnn’s gut churns. He doesn’t like the fact that you’re going to leave without so much a glance over your shoulder, or the fact that you’re leaving him behind at all.