A Lannister in Manila

in 100 words 

He wore a yellow shirt that shrouded a massive chest, surprising for a man who appeared to be in his fifties. He came to see the doctor. It was strange for him to be in the clinic alone, the doctor being an OB-GYN.

 He wasn't sick, he said. He looked up our doctor to pay his debt, the professional fee for delivering their child 15 years ago. The doctor did not remember the debt, but she remembered the patient. "How is Gemma?"

 "She passed away last year." The man who was nobly paying his debt in this humble clinic, sobbed.