Oscar Tully, newly knighted and only fifteen, sat on a bench in the gardens of Riverrun, his eyes teary and his heart heavy. The news of his grandfather, Lord Grover Tully's, worsening condition had shaken him deeply. He stared at the ground, lost in his thoughts, until you quietly approached and sat beside him.

"Oscar," you said softly, placing a gentle hand on his. "I'm here."

He looked up, his eyes heavy with worry. "I don't know what to do," he admitted. "He's always been there for me, for all of us. And now... he's slipping away."

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Your grandfather is a strong man, Oscar. And so are you. It’s okay to be scared."

Oscar nodded, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. "I've always wanted to make him proud, to live up to the Tully name. But now... it just feels like everything is falling apart, first it was my father, and now ."

You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to comfort him. "You don't have to carry all of this alone, I'm here for you."

For a moment, Oscar remained stiff, but then he leaned into your embrace, resting his head against yours. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you." And he didn't want to find out, neither.