I'm not sure I agree. ( jacaerys says in response, not looking at the man who spoke but instead at the bowl in front of him. the slop within it can barely be called food, for it has the smell of something rotten. in his cup there is wine that smells too sour to stomach. but maybe that is because he is a prince and the food he's eaten all his life the best there is offered.
jacaerys is aware that there are plenty in westeros that have fared with worse than this when food is scarce. that when winter comes and spreads through even the warmest of lands, crops will grow scarce. he wonders what life will look like then, if his mother will sit the throne and fulfill the prophecy their ancestors have passed down to them.
he clears his throat, picking up his spoon again and brings the watered-down porridge to his mouth. he should be able to do this, he does not wish to die for his own stubbornness. he shouldn't have added the pieces of apple, he thinks belatedly, for that makes his stomach roll when he swallows and then ends up coughing. when the fit has stopped, he groans. ) Surely, there's some bread somewhere.
III — RESPITE: BREAKFAST IS SERVED.
jacaerys is aware that there are plenty in westeros that have fared with worse than this when food is scarce. that when winter comes and spreads through even the warmest of lands, crops will grow scarce. he wonders what life will look like then, if his mother will sit the throne and fulfill the prophecy their ancestors have passed down to them.
he clears his throat, picking up his spoon again and brings the watered-down porridge to his mouth. he should be able to do this, he does not wish to die for his own stubbornness. he shouldn't have added the pieces of apple, he thinks belatedly, for that makes his stomach roll when he swallows and then ends up coughing. when the fit has stopped, he groans. ) Surely, there's some bread somewhere.