Daniel’s hand rested on his shoulder, his words ringing in the Baratheon’s ears.
It was ridiculous, really, Tommen knew. It was his home they were parked in front of. Where he had grown up, where it should be a safe place where nowhere was.
“There’s only so much you can protect me from,” he replied, staring at the window before looking back at Daniel, who looked so worried and concerned Tommen couldn’t believe it. Sometimes he thought his mother looked at him that way, but he was never sure whether it was because she worried for him because he was her children or because he was her blood.
There was a difference to Tommen. There wasn’t to Cersei.
“I can come in if you want–”
Tommen shook his head, cutting Daniel off. “I know it doesn’t seem like it,” he spoke softly, grabbing the handle of the door, “but I’m a Baratheon and a Lannister. I’m a lion, as much as Joffrey or my mother. I can handle it.”
He got out and started walking up, but he still looked back; and felt stronger, knowing Daniel was still watching after him.