It was a difficult position to be in. He had never loved Roslin, though he certainly has tried. It was an alliance that needed to be made and one he kept for the sake of the north. His men urged and pressured him to have an heir especially as the discussion for treaties progressed with the Baratheons, but he couldn't bring himself to pressure her. And yet here sat Margaery, the only woman he felt could comfort him with a secret she had been hiding, with a perfectly good reason, for all these years.
After meeting Cassana, he hadn't been aware he wanted a child until he saw her innocence and sweetness. Within that, he saw hope. Hope that she could see peace in her lifetime and bring it about with her own abilities. After knowing her for only a few short hours, he knew he loved her, but knew he could never be a father to her as much as his heart desired it.
And now he knew his own wife held a secret from him and his own heart ached in wondering if there was a reason she kept it from him or if she had been hoping to surprise him upon his return.
There were too many unanswered questions racing through his mind, too many emotions, forcing him to look away. Tears pricked at his eyes and he forcefully rubbed at them with the palm of his hand trying to put on a brave face. The King Who Never Smiles was cracking and his always stoic façade was revealing the despair.
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Date: 2017-01-05 09:28 pm (UTC)After meeting Cassana, he hadn't been aware he wanted a child until he saw her innocence and sweetness. Within that, he saw hope. Hope that she could see peace in her lifetime and bring it about with her own abilities. After knowing her for only a few short hours, he knew he loved her, but knew he could never be a father to her as much as his heart desired it.
And now he knew his own wife held a secret from him and his own heart ached in wondering if there was a reason she kept it from him or if she had been hoping to surprise him upon his return.
There were too many unanswered questions racing through his mind, too many emotions, forcing him to look away. Tears pricked at his eyes and he forcefully rubbed at them with the palm of his hand trying to put on a brave face. The King Who Never Smiles was cracking and his always stoic façade was revealing the despair.