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ha i have managed an update. the tiny amount of writing i’ve done this week has all been on this chapter, re-editing the same paragraph in tiny little re-iterations. we’ll see how it goes; it started out utter crap and now it’s not so bad if i say so myself. nothing happens in this chapter but a lot of things are discussed. i promise it’s emotionally juicy anyway. been a minute since i updated this one what with all the other stuff going on.

peace-tied on AO3, the somethingth chapter https://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/82088557

There was a nice looking-glass in here, so Roche availed himself of it to style his hair properly, combing oil through it and then getting the curls to lie just so. Especially since the hat kept getting yanked off him so much lately.

It was grimly funny, he supposed; once upon a time, someone had cared for him enough to comb oil through his hair for him, to use expensive scented things and pamper him. But then Roche had failed at the most basic fucking part of keeping a kingdom going, which was to keep the fucking king alive, and the person who’d cared for him was dead now, and no one would touch him gently ever again. All that was left for him was violence, and he’d take that over nothing. Now that someone wanted to pull his hair he was pathetically eager for it. Anything you can get, eh? he thought viciously to himself as he gave up and pulled his cap on over his stupid hair. No more time for moping. (Your picture was not posted)