He said, "I have orders." "From Lord Thorne directly." without looking at her.
The words sat between them in the dark storage room, sorrowful and cold like a gravestone. He moved training firearms on the rack with his back to her and too slowly. Aerys saw his straight shoulders. Before preparing for the first trial, she came here to relax. She knew where he was. She regretted her actions.
She asked, "Orders about what?" Softly, she spoke. Too quiet. putting everything away brought tranquility.
He held a practice knife to check its weight. Strategized "pairings for the melee." Thorne wants certainty.
"And you have to make sure they do."
"I'm the Captain of the Guard, Aerys." He sounded honest. It chained him down. "It's my job."
Managing stuff. The word meant something. It defined the
