She may never want me after what I’ve put her through. The thought liquefied like bile in his mind. Sour and stinging. He donned his jacket, straightened the knots, and scooped up the tray.
Awe poor Rhaego. He’s just been treated so badly his whole life as some sort of blight and he doesn’t think he’s worthy of her affections and does t think she could ever want him
