Once the last of them has left and the room is quiet, Alfric's eyes fill with tears. He tries to stifle his sobbing with his arm. It didn't even mean that much to him. It doesn't make sense for him to be upset. He brushes away the tears and sits up, screwing up his eyes and exhaling slowly. Knights don't cry. Knights don't cry. So why was he crying..
His pathetic behaviour angers him, and he stands up and runs his hands back through his hair. He didn't need an invite. He didn't need an invite to go. He deserved to go, and he would. He scoffs, and rubs his now very red eyes with his knuckles.
His pathetic behaviour angers him, and he stands up and runs his hands back through his hair. He didn't need an invite. He didn't need an invite to go. He deserved to go, and he would. He scoffs, and rubs his now very red eyes with his knuckles.