Lucius was glad that Lily seemed to understand the burden he had of being the eldest. And it was also true that he and his brothers probably had secrets from each other, but he couldn’t imagine there being many of them. They’d always been very open with each other. It was the only way they could protect one another. At the end of the day, having a brother who was a little disappointed in you was worth it if that same brother could help protect you from a dangerous and violent father. Thus, they trusted each other – explicitly. Still, there was indeed a hierarchy of who knew about the Stark boys’ individual problems. Generally speaking, you only told those above you – because the older ones had a better chance of being able to protect you than the younger ones did. And in the cases where it was Lucius who had the problem, he typically would confide in the 2nd eldest – Hector. All that mattered was that they all did whatever they could to take care of each other. It was without a doubt their number one priority.
Lucius glanced about as she had to try and gather an idea about the situation of the weather. Nodding, he agreed that it was getting darker and very well might rain soon. Noticing she was cold, he suggested a possible solution. “Would you like to go inside somewhere to warm up?” Instantly, he realised that she might interpret his words wrong and think that this was yet another attempt to get her alone and have his way with her. Having moved past that plan, he tried to make his intentions clearer. “And no, I’m not trying to get you to my room again. We can go somewhere public, wherever you want. I just thought you’d like to go inside to get warm, that’s all.”
“Perhaps a part of me misses Camarthen, but it’s not really the land that matters, is it? Though Camarthen is where my home is and where I will one day claim my title as Lord, it, in itself, isn’t what’s important. My brothers are all that matter to me. They’re the only ones I could ever truly miss.” Lucius was surprised at himself, surprised about how much he was sharing with this stranger. It was very unlike him. Thus, falling back into his private ways, Lucius only gave a vague answer to her final question. “I’m biding my time. But hopefully, I won’t be here much longer.” Either he’d think of a way to save his brothers once and for all or his father would die. In the event of either, he’d leave Camelot – unless saving his brothers meant bringing them here with him (an idea he’d already tried to explore). Though of course, if his father died, it would undoubtedly save his brothers as well. It was his best case scenario, but unfortunately, it was not something that would easily occur.