[ Nothing, for a few seconds, moved. Aymeric's hands were very steady; the faint smile he wore was undisturbed. The gentle rise and fall of his shoulders became artificially even again.
He'd invited this back with him. It wasn't only Cain's virtues, or his knowledge; it was this — standing too close, whispering insinuations. The seat of the lord commander was a relatively large room, for the desk and chair it held, but whispers carried in those stone halls, and there was never a moment when the door wasn't guarded.
If his knowledge and compassion and determination were Cain's virtues, this was undeniably a vice, and Aymeric knew he could not have the first without the last. Winning a war required sacrifices.
And he liked Cain, besides.
Aymeric gave him a measured look, tilting his head. The corner of his mouth hitched up. ]
I think you would have some difficulty throwing me over your shoulder.
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He'd invited this back with him. It wasn't only Cain's virtues, or his knowledge; it was this — standing too close, whispering insinuations. The seat of the lord commander was a relatively large room, for the desk and chair it held, but whispers carried in those stone halls, and there was never a moment when the door wasn't guarded.
If his knowledge and compassion and determination were Cain's virtues, this was undeniably a vice, and Aymeric knew he could not have the first without the last. Winning a war required sacrifices.
And he liked Cain, besides.
Aymeric gave him a measured look, tilting his head. The corner of his mouth hitched up. ]
I think you would have some difficulty throwing me over your shoulder.