mabastian : mine


You’re going to Scotland soon. You’re going to face terrible dangers there. You’re not going to know at first who your friends or your enemies are. You’re going to need someone close who can protect you. Someone whose love for you cannot be questioned. I’m going to Scotland with you. I’m not asking for anything in return. I know that you have to marry a prince or a king. But what you said to Castleroy, the embers that burn in your heart… and they never go cold, not completely. I know, because, trust me, I’ve tried to douse mine. But I’m done trying. Those embers, they keep me warm. And they will, as long as I’m lucky enough to serve you.


Take care, my brave son, or you will bleed for a girl who will never be yours.