The headstone was simple, as the far more embellished one, fit for the King that Robert had been, was in the Royalian royal graveyard.
Thom held me in his arms, and I looked up at him, at his normally bright green eyes, now subdued. Even in his exhaustion and the pain of losing his father, Thom still tried to smile for me. Always. He was always
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