Game of Thrones: The White Dragon - Chapter 8
As they walked to their tent amidst the cheering throngs, Vaelon began to feel sluggish and listless with the left side of his face beginning to slowly throb with pain. Then, as he set his foot down, he felt his leg give out and he felt his body collapse. Only Asher’s quick arms prevented him from eating dirt.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just…exhausted.”
“That’s not a surprise. We should be lucky you didn’t collapse right on the field in front of the King.” Obara remarked, slinging one of Vaelon’s arms over her shoulder while Asher took the other.
“Once we get to the tent, I’ll make a poultice for your face,” Tyene said, her face wracked with worry while Nymeria remained strangely quiet; her face remained passive and her eyes were looking anywhere but at him, which left him feeling uneasy. He expected to receive a severe tongue lashing once they returned. However, no such t