Aenys and you sat on a bench, the boy nibbling on his thumb as you got patched up by a maid. He sent you cheeky, reassuring smiles everytime you looked at him.

He didn’t mean to go so rough on you, but he truly meant it when he said he wasn’t gonna go easy, and how he wanted to win.

But he felt guilty enough about slicing your arm open to sit beside you and offer quiet companionship.

“I still won though, right?” He asked softly, the tense silence finally getting to him.