273 AC
Chapter XI
The Anniversary Tournament, Part III
Sharra
The Anniversary tournament and its festivities had drawn to a close. Sharra and her house would be returning to the Eyrie, leaving the Red Keep and the city of King's Landing behind. Sharra was eager to return to the Eyrie. There, she wouldn't have to interact with a sea of strange faces. However, She knew she only had a couple of hours to spend with her brother, Jonos. Three days of time with him wasn't enough, though she could also attribute this to her new habit of sneaking into the many libraries of knowledge within the Red Keep. She did not know if she was even allowed to access most of the libraries. She risked breaking the rules by sneaking into these places, specifically the library in the Maidenvault. It was all worth it for the pursuit of knowledge.
Before she took advantage of one last opportunity to visit that library before their departure, she broke her fast with her family. Jonos, as usual, had an unusually large appetite, even eating some of Darnold's plate. Darnold didn't seem to mind, although their mother scolded him for it. Robert also joined them as his family had already left for Storm's End when dawn broke. House Baratheon had joined most of the Storm Lords in leaving early. Sharra assumed the Stormlords wanted to get home as soon as possible. Their journey would not be as long as other families in farther regions from the Crownlands like the Vale or the North. However they were not joined by their father, because he had business to attend to this morning. She assumed it was about the council position that he was offered at the commencement feast. Another familiar face that wasn't present was Ned. He was still with his family.
"I'd hate to bring it up, my son," their mother began putting down the cup she had drunk out of, "But what happened yesterday with Lyanna Stark?" Sharra noticed that Jonos looked up after wolfing down another piece of toast. Robert attempted to keep a straight face, but he couldn't hide a small smile from forming on his lips. Midway through the feast, their father Jon had been approached by Rickard Stark about a situation involving Lyanna and Jonos. Apparently, Brandon claimed to have caught Jonos attempting 'to have his way with his sister'. Jonos claimed to have found them sparring with training swords in an empty training yard. Lyanna told her father Brandon was overreacting to the situation.
Their father told him he would have a word with Jonos, though admittedly Lord Rickard wasn't too upset. Her brother Benjen had backed Lyanna and Jonos' story. However, Lord Rickard did question why Jonos would be sparring with someone three years his senior, especially considering Lyanna was, though she had not come of age yet, a young woman.
"Like I said mother. I was simply showing her how to properly wield a sword," Robert began to try to hold back laughter, but to no avail, "As in sparring with swords not the other kind." Jonos said those words with eyes directly on Robert. Sharra did find it odd that a girl like Lyanna would be interested in such things.
"I believe you. I don't think you would be the type of boy who would take advantage of innocent little girls like Lord Stark's eldest made it seem like," Her mother stated, "Though admittedly, I don't know what you've been up to in Riverrun, especially when surrounded with Hoster's daughters."
"Mother!"
"I am only joking, Jonos. No need to get embarrassed," Her mother said smiling. Jonos had just finished eating some of the meat that was on his plate. Sharra was still making her way through the portions of food that she was given. Admittedly, she was only at the table to spend more time with Jonos as he would be leaving soon.
"I thought you had left us to get some fresh air earlier that evening," Robert began with some food still in his mouth, "turns out you had a special evening planned with your lady. It's too bad her brother had to ruin it."
"For the last time Lyanna is not 'my lady'. We only met barely three days ago,"
"So much for 'focusing on attaining my knighthood without any distractions'. It seems our falcon seems to be distracted by a wolf," Robert playfully punched Jonos in the arm, who was still red with embarrassment.
"You could do worse than Lyanna, Jonos. From what I've seen she seems like a good girl," Sharra began, "Although it may take time to adjust to her rather unique personality. I applaud you for looking at more than just a girl's looks," Lyanna's face didn't bring a tear to the eye, but she certainly received less attention from the young men during the tournament. Unlike Sharra, who had to disappoint quite a few young men during the dance. It wasn't that she had no in getting to know them. She just didn't know the intentions of strangers. Sharra only trusted a small set of people, though she knew would have to be open to suitors to do her duty to her family. One dance she accepted the entire night was from Robert, who admittedly asked a few others to dance with him during the feast as well. The other dance she accepted was from Prince Rhaegar, though it was more through obligation than anything else. She knew it was not smart to spurn a prince, no matter how uncomfortable she was with the arrangement.
"You too, sister?" Jonos said almost from it.
"You make fun of Robert about me all the time. It's time you received a little bit of your own remedy," Robert burst into laughter, while their mother Jeyne let them have their fun jabbing at each other without interfering, "Admittedly, I thought you would get along with Brandon seeing as you get along with the rest of Ned's siblings,"
"He gets along too well with Ned's sister," Robert added. Jonos had to make an effort to ignore it with the look Sharra saw on his face.
"Maybe because Ned doesn't punch me in the face? Or constantly walk around with an arrogant swagger only strumpets would love," Jonos explained, "I'm surprised Ned shares blood with him to be honest." Sharra knew her brother made a good point about the dichotomy between Brandon and Ned. They were brothers, but that was all they seemed to have in common. They were like the sides of a coin, they were bound, but very different from one another. Her first impression of Brandon during the feast was very similar to the one she had of Robert, although he seemed far less cordial then he was to her. They barely spoke during the feast.
"Will you be coming back to the Eyrie with us?" Darnold asked Jonos. Jonos turned to him, probably relieved by the change of direction in the conversation.
"I'm afraid not, little brother. I wish I could take you with me to Riverrun," Jonos replied, taking a sip from his cup, "Don't worry, I'm only three years away from when I come of age on my seventeenth name day. That's a promise," Darnold, with a look of disappointment, nodded. Some of Sharra took a little bit of pity on Darnold. Sharra had the advantage of being able to spend most of her early childhood with Jonos. She had eight years of time with Jonos at the Eyrie, while Darnold was barely old enough to even remember what Jonos looked like in his five years absent from the Eyrie.
"You better come to Eyrie more often. I still haven't gotten that rematch in the sword," Robert declared.
"Perhaps you can spend that time practicing your technique with the sword. Unless you want to rely on your strength advantage as per usual,"
"Not my problem you lack the strength to hold me off," Robert stated with feigned arrogance in his tone. They continued to talk amongst each other while eating. Darnold asked about what he would be doing when they separated ways. Jonos responded to all his questions, while Robert made small conversation with Sharra, which she didn't mind.
All of this was interrupted when their father Jon arrived at the table from the morning business he had spoken of earlier. He looked as if he had done an entire day's worth of work that morning.
"Husband, come sit. You must be hungry from your meeting with the king," Their mother stated pouring him some mead into a cup.
"Aye," Her father stated accepting the cup from her, though he did not take a seat at the table with them immediately. Her father acknowledged Sharra and his siblings, as well as Robert with a nod to them.
"So what did you and the king discuss?"
"Oh you know the matters of the realm among other things." Her father began. He paused for a moment, probably to gauge the reaction from her mother and the rest of his children, "See to it that Denys does not wait for me to begin the journey back to the Eyrie. It looks like I will not be joining you on the way back to Eyrie."
"You mean?"
"Yes, my dear. I have decided to accept the position as Master of Laws in the king's small council."
Her father accepting the role of Master of Laws didn't surprise Sharra. Her father had always tried to find ways to exert their family's influence and maintain the prestige of their house. Admittedly, she did not like having so many familiar faces leaving her behind in the Eyrie, but she supposed she had to get used to that too. She was nearing the age where she was eligible to be married. Some already considered her eligible when she had her moon blood just one year ago, though her father refused to marry her at such a young age, much to Sharra's relief. In the coming years, however, she knew she might be sent off to a place she was unfamiliar with. Not that she minded, discovering new scenery had always delighted her.
When Jonos and Robert decided to go to the training yards to get one last match in before he was set to leave, Sharra also excused herself from the table and made plans to sneak back into the library in the maidenvault. She had gotten accustomed to the winding halls and corridors of the Red Keep since they had gotten there just three days ago. She felt if she spent more time in the Red Keep, she would find out its famous hidden passageways and delve into its secrets, having already discovered several to keep her out of the watchful eyes of the gold and white cloaks patrolling the halls.
Eventually, she arrived in the part of the Red Keep where Prince Daeron kept his sisters prisoner. She wondered what it would be like to be kept a prisoner in those same circumstances. On one hand she might have felt trapped if she was forcibly held in the Eyrie. However, she also had an inkling she might enjoy the isolation if she was allowed to stay in contact with her close family and confidants. Far less strangers to deal with if you are alone.
There were hardly any guardsmen or gold cloaks guarding the maidenvault as there were no prisoners to keep this time. There was also a secret passage she used to avoid the main entrance of the maidenvault, which had guardsmen standing their post. She wasn't particularly skilled at going unnoticed, but Sharra had known where the gold cloaks and other guards were to avoid them. Sharra finally arrived in the library. She knew she had limited time before her mother and others of her family would come to find her to leave for the Eyrie
The library wasn't as large as the one in the Eyrie, but it contained new books that she had never seen before. It might be because the selection of tomes was the same as it was during the time that the maidenvault had kept the Targaryen sisters hostage. Sharra thought this because most of the books that were in the vault seemed to be antiquated and written as if many events in the future hadn't happened yet. After grabbing a few books she had not read in her previous visits to the library, she retreated to her usual spot in the library. It was a corner in between the two largest shelves in the library. She loved this part, because it was more secluded than the other portions of the library. There weren't many people, who even visited this library besides the occasional scholar or maester, who came. And when they did come, it was easy of her to stay out sight with the stacks of books littering the corner of her spot in the library.
After browsing through the book that she had read, this one an account of the Old Valyria and expeditions being sent to it up to the point in history. Old Valyria had always fascinated her with its molten seas and ruins. It was a great mystery why the doom had to take what was a majestic place. If House Targaryen was one of the lesser dragon lords in Old Valyria, she wondered how resplendent those dragonlords were, who did not escape the doom in time.
Just as she got the point about recent expeditions to Old Valyria, she heard there was a commotion from somewhere near her. It appeared to be footsteps and voices. She tried her best to stay out of sight, but the library had decent lighting from the windows shining sunlight in. It would be hard to stay out of sight in the first place, but she decided to try it anyway. The books would provide excellent cover for her anyway.
"Congratulations on your knighthood yesterday, Ser Arthur," one of the voices said. This voice spoke with a voice as smooth as silk. It wasn't like Robert's voice, which was often harsh and rough in tone.
"Thank you, my prince. It means much coming from you," There was a slight yet noticeable accent to the voice.
"Don't be silly, we are friends after all. It is my duty to give you encouragement despite my status," Sharra looked up from her location and noticed that the only thing separating her and the two young men was a line of books stacked upon one another, "You didn't have to follow me here, I was just going to pick up a book that I was going to finish reading,"
"Aren't these books out of date, my prince. I heard from some of the Maesters that most of these books are the same ones that were here when the princesses were still locked in here," Ser Arthur stated. Prince Rhaegar nodded solemnly but began to explain something.
"One must look at what the past thought of the present to gain new perspectives," Rhaegar explained, "You would know this if you didn't spend so much time drilling footwork or working on swordsmanship."
"I just don't see the point in it, my prince," Arthur responded, "Neither of us are becoming maesters, so why waste the time rotting away reading in a library."
"The pursuit of knowledge is never a waste, my friend. Admittedly, skill in arms is a necessity to protect oneself from undesirables, but one must also have a sharp mind," Rhaegar told his friend, "And as constant practice and drilling improves one's mettle in combat, so does reading a book improves the mind." If the prince really believed in the words that he said, she would certainly be inclined to agree with him. Sharra didn't get much out of Rhaegar when he danced with her, only that he seemed to share a fascination about the mysteries of the known world. Then again, Sharra could barely stammer a few sentences together during her dance with him. She had only accepted the dance out of her reluctance to offend him or his family.
"Your words ring true, Prince Rhaegar. You will make a wise king when the times comes,"
"I can only hope," Rhaegar stated. Before Sharra could try to slip away unnoticed, the books that had guarded their vision of her shifted. They quickly fell on top of her, with Sharra making a noticeable sound as the books piled top of her. While she tried to dig herself out of it, she noticed that someone was helping her dig herself out of the books.
As expected, Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur helped her to her feet.
"My thanks," Sharra told them.
"Lady Sharra? I wasn't expecting you here. I assumed you would have already left for the Eyrie,"
"I believe we leave later in the afternoon, Prince Rhaegar," Sharra had already begun to think of a way to end the conversation. She wasn't expecting to talk to anyone, especially the Prince in the library.
"I see," Prince Rhaegar stated, "I see you have the book I was looking for." Sharra just noticed that she kept the book she was reading in her hand even though a large stack of books had fallen on top of her.
"My apologies," She replied immediately, handing Prince Rhaegar the book. The Prince didn't take it immediately, keeping his unreadable sullen look.
"No need to apologise, though I had gone to notice that some of the books in this library have been going missing," He explained, "Would you happen to know anything about it, my lady?" He must have really kept track of the books in the library to notice that, but she hoped he hadn't suspected her. Hopefully. Sharra nodded her head no. "A pity, no?" She looked towards her companion, Arthur, who had not spoken a word to her since they had discovered her under a pile of books. Sharra hoped the prince was not mad at her for sneaking into the library without permission.
"It comes as no surprise to me to find you here, you seemed adept and knowledgeable when we spoke during the feast, Lady Sharra," Sharra nodded in reply. She couldn't really say anything back to the Prince as she was constantly at a loss for words. Sharra had forgotten about what they had discussed during the feast, which was uncharacteristic of her. She had always found a way to remember things people could forget about completely.
"Forgive me my prince. What did we discuss?"
"Old Valyria, I believe. You said you wanted to go there, and I assume you are very interested in it with the book you are reading now," The Prince continued on about the different things and Sharra slowly adjusted to her conversation with him. He was certainly knowledgeable about those things. He inquired about her knowledge of the blood of Old Valyria and how familiar she was with it. She said that some of that blood ran through her veins, as her grandmother was Valyrian. Rhaeger noted that she mentioned that at the feast when he inquired about her unique eye colour.
"I'm sorry to cut this short, my lady, but Arthur is already bored. Perhaps we might see more of each other, especially with your father's new appointment?" Rhaegar inquired.
"Perhaps," Sharra simply said. Rhaegar nodded and just as Sharra left Arthur and the Prince she heard the Prince call to her.
"And if you find the person, who took the books from the library. Tell them they can keep it, I was finished with most of them anyway," Sharra nodded, and had a small grin on her face as she left.
By the time that she came back from the library, Jonos had already apparently left King's Landing with Ser Brynden. He was on his way back to Riverrun. Regrettably, Sharra didn't have a chance to say a proper farewell. She'd make sure to apologize for that in the letter she will no doubt receive from him after she got back to the Eyrie.
The Starks of Winterfell had not left yet, leaving them as one of the only noble houses to have not left King's Landing yet, with her own house included among them. Although the tournament provided distraction for most nobles, Sharra knew they had to go back to the pressures of life that greeted them when they finished their journey home. Sharra decided to watch over her brother in their quarters with her remaining time in King's Landing. Robert decided to join them, as he had been prepared to leave with the Arryn train before Jonos had even left them for Riverrun. It was the only time she had been entirely alone with familiar company since the tournament had begun. Sharra was eager to return to Eyrie for that very reason.
Darnold examined a trinket that Jonos gave him. The young boy was unnaturally adept at looking at and analyzing unfamiliar machinery, "So, Sharra about the commencement feast." She heard Robert say. He was unusually solemn in his tone and looked towards her.
"What about it?"
"You danced with my cousin, Rhaegar right?" Robert asked her. She nodded in reply to that. She wondered why he was so curious about it, "What do you feel about him?"
"I've only ever interacted with him twice, Robert. I can't really form a concrete opinion on someone based on two encounters with them," Sharra explained, "He seems like an admirable and knowledgeable young man. From what I can tell he is everything I would expect of someone of his status. However, opinions on people can change when you get to spend more time with them in my opinion." If I let them spend time with me. I'd rather not speak to those unfamiliar to me if I can't help it.
"So you are saying you haven't spent enough time to know what he is to you yet?"
"You're sharper than you look, Robert," Robert seemed to take what she said as complement with the look on his face, "We are just going to use you for an example. I thought very differently of you in our first encounters in Eyrie."
"What did you feel about me when we first met,"
"I'd rather not say. Let's just say it was not favorable," Sharra stated, "But that has changed, and I consider you someone I could trust." Sharra could see the visible relief on Robert's face as she explained this to him.
"I think someone's coming," Darnold interrupted them. Sharra could hear footsteps getting closer to the entrance of their quarters. They seemed to belong to multiple people. As they drew closer. Eventually, one of the owners of the footsteps burst through the door.
"Is Jonos here by any chance?" It was of all people, Lyanna Stark. She wasn't in what was considered clothes for ladies. It looked like she had borrowed a tunic and britches from her brother Benjen.
"Lyanna, why must you make us chase you all the time,"
"You shouldn't have told her where you thought Jonos would be. She has a mind of her own, Ned," two voices argued as their owners also came in view of Sharra at the doorway. Both Ned and Benjen Stark had their hands on their knees panting.
"I'm afraid you've missed Jonos, Lady Lyanna," It seemed like the girl was disappointed, "I'm sure Sharra can relay whatever you had to say to Jonos." Sharra didn't really like getting thrust into a conversation she wasn't at first involved with, but she turned towards Lyanna.
"I can tell him whatever you wanted to tell him,"
"My thanks," She stated, "Tell him I'm sorry about what happened with Brandon last night. He's a good brother, but sometimes he gets like that."
"He only gets like that when it involves you, Lyanna," Ned explained to her, "Although, I do agree with you that his reaction to Jonos seemed unwarranted, with him not being able to explain himself and all. I just think he wasn't used to you befriending boys yet."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Have you ever actually interacted with a boy outside of Benjen and I that isn't related to you by blood?" Ned questions her to maybe try to prove a point as to why Brandon acted that way.
"Of course I have, I've played with the cook's boy at Winterfell once!"
"Wasn't that the one you sent crying after hitting him with a stick too hard?" Benjen asked Lyanna.
"Exactly! He won't talk to me now, however," Lyanna said with an unreadable look on her face. From what Sharra could tell, Ned made a serious point. Brotherly instincts will always take over when you see your sister interacting with your sibling for the first time. Unless they were secretly Targaryens, it wasn't jealousy that was the reason behind this hostility. It's simply the notion that they had to be protective over their sister. Sharra noted that this had a tendency of irritating the female sibling. It is like she was unable to defend herself and had to be protected like the hapless maidens from the stories. Though, she believed this was far from the truth.
"Is that all you wanted to tell him?"
"Not really, no," Lyanna started, "In truth, I hope I was hoping to speak to him again, though I'd imagine it would be harder with Brandon swearing not to let me leave his sight when Jono's around." Ned and Benjen looked at each other, probably knowing the two would be enlisted in the future to help her get the chance to interact with Jonos again, regardless of what Sharra had to say. She was certainly a willful and stubborn girl, "But I wanted to hold him to his word that he would continue to teach me what he knew about the arts of combat."
"I'll be sure to let him know," Sharra reassured her. Even if Sharra had tried to stop it, the girl would probably try to find a way around her. And she seemed like she meant no harm to Jonos, he seemed to love making new friends anyway. Lyanna nodded in thanks to her.
"Okay, Lyanna let's get back before Brandon notices you are missing, and thinks you've predictably run off doing whatever again," Ned told his sister. Lyanna made a pouting face, but finally capitulated to the wishes of her brothers. The Starks excused themselves and left the Arryns and Robert alone in the room.
"So that was Lyanna," Darnold said, finally looking up from the unnatural mechanics of the trinket that Jonos had given him.
"Why was she wearing boys' clothing?" Robert asks, perplexed at the way she was dressed.
"Robert, you should try wearing dresses and other clothing we have to wear and see how you like it. It certainly enhances our appearance, but they are definitely not designed for our comfort,"
"Point taken," Robert stated. The wolf-girl certainly had the boldness that she expected from the members of her house. Surprisingly, she acted more like Brandon than she probably let on about. Something that she had noticed had been absent from Ned when they spoke or she observed his behavior. Sharra's curiosity was slightly piqued by Ned's younger sister, and she knew it would not be the last time she or Jonos would be interacting with her in the future, despite the best attempts of her older brother Brandon.
Sharra continued to spend time with Robert and Darnold, but when she received word that Ser Denys would be leading the Arryn train back to the Eyrie, she took the opportunity to go and find her father to say her farewells to him before she left for the Eyrie.
Before she could even try to find her father, she found him in the Great Hall looking at the various decorations around the large hall of the Targaryens. Sharra went over and her father immediately went over to her before she even began to walk over to him.
"Sharra," He said before running straight into his arms, "It's alright Sharra, I will try my hardest to visit the Eyrie often." Her father was always reassured of this and he never broke his word. Something he and Jonos seemed to have in common. After spending a minute in a silent embrace, Jon broke off.
"I heard from King Aerys that his son, Prince Rhaegar, has already made your acquaintance,"
"Yes, father,"
"How do you feel about the Prince," Sharra began to remember how Robert asked her the same question. It was strange how everyone seemed to care about her feelings towards the prince, but she could begin to get an inkling as to why this was the case.
"He's been kind to me, father. Though, I haven't had enough time to interact with him to gain comfort," Her father nodded.
"You always were one, who found it difficult to adjust to others." Her father Jon looked off into the distance. Surprisingly, he looked at the Iron throne for a brief moment and quickly turned his attention towards her, "Sharra you know you are very important to me. So I have to tell you this." Sharra wondered what her father wanted to say to her as he had his normal gentle tone with her, "When you come of age on your name day two years from now, I will bring you to King's Landing with me, if I the seven give me the fortune of keeping my position in the small council"
"Father I-" She hesitated slightly. She had not been one to love the attention most noble ladies found in the noble courts. She dreaded the fact that she might have to go to King's Landing where every move of hers is scrutinized. Where all the attention is on social events and the way you succeed in that environment is the knowledge of social cues and social parts.
"I know it won't bring you comfort, but I would like to tell you now to prepare yourself," Jon stated, "I can't in good conscience leave you in the Eyrie without the chance to get experience in the royal court. It will be a chance to get valuable experience in the arena known as court politics," Sharra knew the experience in his words. However, she was still uncomfortable about going to the royal court in King's Landing.
"Lord Arryn," Sharra saw a man in splendid golden armor before her. He was younger than her father and had golden blond hair unlike her own dark blond hair. He was slightly shorter than father, but he made sure to stand in a way to project his importance by the looks of it. There was a lion engraved in his golden armor, which she assumed was a golden lion. The golden lion is something.
"Lord Tywin, is there something you needed,"
"His grace, King Aerys believes that it is useful for you to meet the small council," Lord Tywin stated sternly. Sharra could feel the tension between the two. They continued to lock eyes with one another and Sharra felt like she was just a spectator off to the side as she stood there.
"I will be there. My family is to depart for the Eyrie soon,"
"See to it you be there with haste, my time as hand is precious," Lord Tywin took a glance at her and then quickly glanced back to her father, "We will wait for you in the chambers in the tower of the hand. I trust you know where that is?" Her father nodded, "Good, be warned however, I am not a man of great patience, so arrive quickly," When Lord Tywin was out of eyeshot, her father sighed and returned to his normal comfort level around Sharra.
"The King's hand is as pompous as I remember," Jon stated, "Remember what we spoke of, but I am afraid I must be off." After kissing her on the forehead, her father went off to go to the Hand's Chambers. Sharra took a look at the throne. Made of the swords of the petty kings that Aegon the Conqueror defeated. If her father kept his office, which she had full faith he would, she would be seeing that throne more often. And she would enter a battlefield she knew she was unprepared for and unaccustomed to. But one thing was certain, Sharra knew she had the aptitude to adapt. And she knew she could not fly as high as she wanted to if she didn't adapt to the new winds that blew beneath her.
A/N: Greetings everyone! I hope you had a good weekend. Here is Monday chapter and I hope you enjoy it. It is through Sharra's perspective and it contains her interactions with Darnold, Robert and Jonos. It is the last chapter in the arc before we go through a two year timeskip. She also interacts with Rhaegar here too. Sharra's chapter is probably the hardest for me to write, because I have double checked whether or not she is portrayed as a realistic female. I hope you at least enjoy her character as it is quite difficult to portray introverts in my stories as I am super extroverted in real life. Rhaegar is also quite difficult to portray properly. If I had to rate who difficult non OOC portrayals Rhaegar is up there with Lyanna or Arya(ironically). Jon also accepts the position and we get our first taste of Tywin. Keep in mind that I also took liberties on when men and women come of age. I put the age of majority for men at around 17, while the female age of majority is about 16. All in all, I believe with this being the short chapter in the double weekly upload, I think it turned out well. The next time I see y'all, the time will go forward from 273 to 275 exactly 2 years after. Please consider leaving a review to tell me what your enjoy, what you didn't enjoy, and what you are looking forward to next. Otherwise, I will see you guys in the next chapter.
