something still to take

The third day of Lucerys refusing to eat. Five days before where he would refuse to even be in Aemond’s presence, screaming at him until his voice went raw and broken or until Aemond would stomp away and out of the chambers. Every time the door finally slammed to a close, the incessant noise would stop as if it had never existed. And every time he’d come back in, it would start again.But Lucerys has strangled himself with the little trick he had used to keep Aemond at bay. His voice is a ragged thing now, strained and hoarse when the boy speaks above a whisper.Or, the consequences of Rook's Rest.