[It wasn't often in Kelson's either, as much as he wanted it, he'd started waiting for the other shoe to drop. His father had held the kingdom together in peace for twenty five years. Kelson got crowned and it triggered two invasions, two civil wars, one open rebellion and his own cousin convicted of high treason. At only eighteen, well, was it really supposed to be this hard? The more he learned from Margaery and Sansa, well, it seemed that yes, life really was that difficult.]

A few. I don't take kindly to their approach to abducting unsuspecting people and using them as a food source, but from what I understand they have very little options.

[He still thought it was rather poor to just take people and hold them hostage. He himself had done it, sure, but he had tried other solutions first.]

You have to choose where and who to let your guard down too. Like anywhere, there is always the chance that something may cause you harm. Is it safe? No. But you can't stand at the ready without needing sleep and rest to refresh yourself. Every knight and soldier knows that. I think it's just finding out who to trust and who will protect you when you need it.

[He missed having that. The safety of knowing that his uncle, or Morgan or others were just beyond reach, that he could lean on them if he needed.]

It sounds lovely. Were your flowers anything like this?