Soft small snowflakes were falling down on our heads. You've got your back turned to me, looking at the Iron Throne. I stepped closer; my steps muffled because of the snow. You remained silent and unmoved; I wondered if you even noticed me. We were alone in the throne room, or more like its ruins.

I didn't see your dragon around, did you command him to burn more of the capital? To kill more of the last people, still alive in the city?

"Ed." You noticed me finally. I stopped beside you, right in front of the throne you longed for. Are you happy? Is this what you wanted? You always said you wanted to get back what's yours, to sit on this throne, rule over your family's kingdom as their rightful leader and king.

"You look troubled." You said, your voice sharp and cold, not like usual when we were alone. "Something on your mind? Angry?"

You watched me with your mysterious black eyes, which have a hint of red in it. The fire of your family, your dragons, your fire burns in them. Sometimes cold flames like now, or hot burning with anger like when you rode your dragon and burned thousands of people alive, because you simply wanted to.

"No, nothing really." I answered you, observing you carefully. "I was just wondering... How are you?"

You laid your head to the side. "Fine. Why wouldn't I be? I'm on the Throne."

"Actually, you're in front of it, not on it." I said back without thinking. Your expression changed to a more angered look. "And I'm asking-" I continued fast, stepping even closer to you so we were nearly touching because you won't ­step back. "Because you killed half of the citizens of your capital." I looked up into your eyes. "Because you burned your people. You-"

Your hand met my face, not a gentle touch like it used to, but a slap across it. I flinched slightly, my cheek burning and getting red.

"I am your king. Don't you dare telling me what's right or wrong." Coldness again, freezing your soft voice, making it harsh and emotionless.

I saw in your eyes, not surprised by the expression I found in them. Respectfully I bowed before you. "I'm sorry." I said, watching the snowflakes landing on the ground. "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

You hesitated, but then I felt your warm hands on my upper arms. You made me stand straight again. Slowly I looked from the ground in your face, your eyes in mine. Guilt was present in yours, so I smiled to make it go away.

"It's alright. I deserved it, my king." I said, while you brush over my red cheek, now soft and gentle.

"Hm." You hummed as answer, before you pull me close in your arms against your chest. In return I put my arms around your torso and even relaxed a bit. You breathed in and out, and I felt one of your warm hands on my head, playing with my long blond hair. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slappt you, Ed."

"It's alright." I said again. "It's alright."

We were standing there for some minutes, hugging each other tight. Just smiling, because we were both save, at least for this small moment of peace.