day ten & @ephiiphanies ( selyse baratheon )
❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 they've kitted it right? ❞ he's usually not the type ot fret, at least not openly. it is the job of the kingsguard to defend his liege and his heirs, and although selyse is the thirdborn, one cannot blame his innate instincts as an uncle taking over. glen can still remember each time he'd held his brother's children—aelinor's, at least, for he was not so foolish as to stick his head into a lioness's maw. selyse was so small, so fragile. though flourished now, glen's memory is at times stronger than his sense. if he thought to ensure his success in the coming race, glen ought to tend to his own steed. carlyx, as loyal and ancient as glendon himself, had seemed winded on the ride to casterly rock. it would've been in glen's best interest to borrow a mount for the race, but now it was too late. his brows are set in a stern line as he stares down at his niece. ❝ remember what i taught you, fawn. ❞ and if she doesn't, he'll be at her back to pick her up when she falls.