[It's all part of being king, keeping your true self under wraps unless it'll help you in some way, or improve your image. To his credit, he manages to keep the front up until the maester and the squire have left the tent, and then he drops all pretense, the facade melting away to show frazzled nerves and worry, though thankfully all the blood is dealt with by now. He moves to Loras's side immediately, taking his good hand in both of his and pressing a kiss to it.]
You frightened me. When I'd heard you were injured-
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You frightened me. When I'd heard you were injured-