The Golden Lord

He went another halting step or two, like a man who walks dazed after a blow. Then again he halted. Hesitatingly, from the pocket of his dressing gown, he took the black and white posy.
"This isn't from you, is it?" he asked. His voice was suddenly husky. He did not look at me.

/Lord Golden to FitzChivalry in Robin Hobb's "The Golden Fool"/