He grabs his cane and slowly makes his way out to the Godswood, feeling each twinge of pain glare in his leg before he meets the base of the weirwood, shaking hands coming to cover his face as his prayer comes in tears instead of words, each drop falling amongst the --

-- roots. The face in the tree leaks it's sap from the eyes carved there, and he swallows back the hard lump that had formed in his throat. His Gods know he hates crying alone.

@WaywardWclf -- while I know they're cutting him open downstairs."

Wonders how Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Dᴀʏɴᴇ is holding up. Lyan's been worried.

He's wearing his wedding band on a chain around his neck.

He'ѕ ɴoт yoυr ѕoɴ, мoтнer ɴorтн. Bυт, pleαѕe, тαĸe cαre oғ нιм.

#ILoveSkyBeacuse She's always been so welcoming to everyone and she never fails to make me smile and laugh, no matter what kinda mood I'm in. And she's such a good writer and friend to everyone.

Takes in a deep breath, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Can he even walk without that stupid cane today? Does he even want to get out of bed?

Yeah, it's a no. He's back in bed and hiding under a pile of blankets.

Covers his ears and sinks into bed. He can hear him.

|| Things that hurt: That.

|| Going on record to say that she's the devil okay? Okay.

|| Normal tier: Happy, fluffy married boys. Good tier: One boy runs off and leaves the other Great tier: Boy comes back and dies in car accident God tier: BOY IS IN MOURNING HUSBANDS DREAMS

Funeral arrangements for rнαeɢαr soon. Lyan doesn't know what Rhaegar would have wanted. They never spoke about it.

He needs Rʜᴀᴇʟʟᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ and Rʜᴀᴇɴʏs Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ's help. Whenever they feel like it.

Dear ʟʏᴀɴ sᴛᴀʀᴋ Happy Birthday x

Pulls Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Dᴀʏɴᴇ to him, pressing his lips to Arthur's

He's been staying at Rʜᴀᴇʟʟᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ's place for weeks.