No excuses justify pushing a child out of the window. I knew that well. Especially since I was the one being pushed. Moreover, I knew that it was wrong. But he knew that as well, and he did it anyway.
I prided myself of being just. Plus, I may not have inherited the golden hair he and his sister had, but I was quite cute myself. And that was a fact, not vanity. I inherited my mother's hair color and my father's calm personality. Of course, my father could get steamy at times, but only at times.
I was also very young at the time. I was seven years old and I had whole life ahead of me. Or so I thought. But he destroyed my life forever. And to think I admired him for his abilities. He was my role model. And how did he repay me for admiring him? By crippling me, that's how.
I'll never make the same mistake again. I'll never admire the royals ever again. They became my enemies the moment I was pushed out of that window.
Instead, I focused my attention on my own family. They were the only ones I could trust, something which I learned the hard way.
My two sisters loved me. My two brothers loved me. And my parents loved me. And Lannisters could go to hell.
None of that changed the fact that I was a cripple, tough. Bedridden. That fact wasn't exactly comfortable. My life was taken away from me in one slight push. And he who did it will pay. Yes, Jamie Lannister will pay.
My dreams were gone. All I had to live for was revenge, and I might as well make good on it. Thought of revenge made me smile, for it was the only thing I had left. I touched my leg. My unresponsive leg. All bones in it were broken.
Revenge.