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MAY BAELON BE WELCOMED AMONGST THE GODS ACCOMPANIED BY HER MOST GRACIOUS LADY, THE QUEEN
They were comforting words uttered from Corlys lips. No one else had come near him. True words had been spoken, but he never felt like most of the people who uttered them meant what they had said. The death of the queen and the prince, there words were not full of sorrow, but more fear than anything else. At what could happen now, if he were to become unwell or turn up dead on the morrow. The kingdoms would fall into chaos and it would be war, war like before so long ago with all kingdoms at one another throat and everything burning. All because, he had chased and chased and had wished for a sun more than anything else within the entire world and it had cost him, everything he had.
“Those are very kind words Lord Corlys.” And to him, they were ended now more than ever. “Thank you.”
The king spoke the truth, about them both. A long history they shared, there families always close, long before his favored cousin had become his wife, when he was nothing more than a child, the memories of the vast halls and crashing tides of Lord Corlys home, still hold a place within his heart, of better days, happier days were each and every single thing made sense. “I valve your council greatly, but your friendship, even more so.” Especially now, with him … being so exposed.
He leaned on his wife for so much support, the saying within these kingdoms, behind every great man, was a great woman, could not be more true when it came to the queen and now, she has left him here, alone. Just he and his daughter, within a city full of snakes who wished to devour them both. He was tired, he was sick of this all, with Otto Hightower and the others, hardly even waiting for there ashes to scatter to sink there claws into him and try to force him to name an heir.
“I did not mean, to keep you up till this hour Lord Corlys, it’s just, there is a coldness within my chambers, that I fear returning to.”
𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘' 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑. He does indeed feel remorse and sadness at the tragedy befalling the king. If anything on this earth ever were to harm a single hair on his most beloved wife or his precious children Corlys does not know how he would be able to bear such horrid realities. He cannot imagine what loneliness awaits the king back in his chambers, the hollow, empty walls that will most likely offer grief than the much necessary comfort, so in this Corlys obliges and accompanies the king in his hour of mourning. They were allies, and once upon a time, much long ago, friends. There was no harm in extending an amiable hand. "You're welcome, Viserys." He answers, utilizing his given name more so than his title. It is important to remind himself, especially in times like these, that he was merely a man before he was a king.
𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖉𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌. Viserys is a kind man, but Corlys' does not take for granted the power that he also wields. "And what a friendship it has been, your grace. Should you ever need to retire to Driftmark to breathe in the salty air, I would be most honored to have you as a guest. They say the sea knows sorrow like no other," He comments, refilling both of their wine goblets as they take seats in front of the fireplace. "I, myself, have often found solace sitting by the window that overlooks the ocean—beautiful beast that she is."
𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉. Ambitious as he is, Corlys never takes his eyes off the prize of securing his family and legacy in the grand scheme of things, but he knows that Viserys is a different man from himself. Swinging the wine within it's glass Corlys stares at the fire before them and chuckles softly. "Fear not, for I have no desire to go back to my own chambers as well." The unspoken reason lingers on his tongue, the fact that his lady wife was currently not with him soured his chambers, made his bed cold as well. "Tonight I am not the lord of tides, but merely a friend to you, Viserys. Do not fret for keeping me late— I am honored by the gesture."
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