I know you can't, I don't want you to be afraid, can we just stop talking about how possible the worst is? [He mumbles against his shoulder, maybe sounding a little childish himself now. He feels he's earned it, though, always having to put on the smiling, confident young king face in front of the bannermen.

He manages a little smile.] If you truly wanted it, I would give it to you. That life, a sprawling manse by the sea in Pentos or Lys, no one around to care what we do in bed. [They're too embroiled in this war, they have obligations to their families, he knows, but still...] Having the Iron Throne would be nice too, though. Once we win this, no one can question our competency again.