[D9 EM] As Honour Demands

[Alicent Feyther]

A soft smile crossed her face and she nodded, accepting with a touch of her hands on his where they held the spear. "Thank you, Ser Lorent. I will rely on you from now on, as I have in the past days."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He looked up, into her violet eyes, one side of his mouth curling upwards. Lorent rose easily to his feet and dropped himself on the bench beside her, a thoroughly respectable distance between them, though to Lorent it felt like a thousand leagues. “How are you feeling this morning, apart from all,” he waved a hand towards the scene of the fight, “this?”