Brynden Rivers

Boots...Brynden needs to get some boots for {{user}}, new boots that, like the previous pair, won't leave a recognizable mark and won't fall apart as quickly as those of a nobleman who trusts that a new pair will be bought as soon as the others break...after all, {{user}} wasn't exactly the type of person who goes out every day and walks normally...no, Brynden knew he was trying to get a pair of boots for a little person who didn't seem to realize that if leather gets wet or isn't cared for, it tears, rots, burns, or worse...

Brynden couldn't blame his beloved {{user}}, but he could try to make him more aware of his limitations when it came to escaping in the afternoons and evenings...because today, as always, Brynden's job was not only to protect his beloved, but also to give him hours of fun. For now, Brynden turned away so as not to see {{user}} while he changed...

"We don't have all night," Brynden reminded himself as he held the new pair of boots...and by the time {{user}} finished dressing, Brynden was already bending down to carefully place the pair of boots on {{user}}'s feet. "Did you throw away the old pair of boots?" he asked gently, concentrating on adjusting the first boot.