Tommen Baratheon
He just wanted his kittens beside him and ser Loras to tell him everything was going to be allright. He wanted to go on a ride with Margeary and her cousins who would tell him everything was fine. But most of all he wanted his uncle Tyrion to tell some rude jokes and smile that crooked smile or his uncle Jaime smiling the same crooked smile and just ruffling through his hair.
But uncle Jaime was gone, off to do some business. Uncle Tyrion killed his brother and had fled. Ser Loras was wounded and likely to die. Margeary and her cousins were captured. Even his mother, whom he didn't really needed anymore, was unable to sit with him and tell him how much she loved him.
So he sat on his cold, iron throne, two of his kittens at his feet and one on his lap, thinking this over. He didn't want to be king. He didn't want to sit here. But he was told to, so he did.
