I look at the letter in front of me and I can barely contain myself.

The seed is strong.

Simple yet effective, I've already given word and both the man and his honored guard will arrive soon, of course, the Imp of my brother in law will be accompanying him.

No doubt Tywin Lannister will be arriving with the king of the south, that alone is enough reason for me to take his lands and sentence both him and all of his children to death for treason...but I won't.

Usurper- the stupid king- the man with the large gut and so on.

I want to test this new king's metal and maybe, I'll forsake the crown and give it to my brother, let him rule.

Let him see what being king is really like.

A slow spinning wheel, that never advances.

Name one thing, just one thing that doesn't have to be written down,, copied, accounted for how much it will cost, and so on.

It's slow, everything is so slow.

How I miss the thrill of battle, to march alongside the soldiers and fight both bests and men.

Now the perfect chance has arrived, perhaps I'll join the King of the south and help him claim those lands from the strange beasts and the savages living there.

Perhaps I'll get lost and become just one more soldier, or perhaps I'll die, but one thing is certain, by the time he leaves.

I won't be King anymore.

I listen to ned Starks children play with both the children of the servants and those who are under them.

I allow myself to smirk.

My old friend, thinks I don't know that his sister traded me for a married man and willingly eloped with him.

I know everything that happened, I'm no fool, but I stand with what I did and I'll do it again a thousand times over if given the chance.

I know that anyone else in my place would do just the same, no matter how much they judge me.

Two things fueled my rage, my hate.

The fact that the only woman I've ever loved chose someone else, and the fact that the man I once believed to be the only man I could truly trust, never said a thing.

No words of comfort- no words to those he rules over to not refer to me as anything else but their king...no words at all.

Its no mystery to anyone that his wife is repulsed by his bastard of a son, and that she has never hidden her hate towards the boy and never ceased from giving my old friend hell for performing the act.

The images of her shocked and angered expression flash before me, but I dismiss them.

I don't want the boy to acknowledge Ned Stark as his father and John Snow as his brother if he did that all of my plans of escaping this prison will go to waste and I'll be trapped here forever.

"My king its time for dinner" a servant says to me, I low myself to enjoy the man's words, soon I'll be lucky if I have anything to eat.

I make my way to the dining-room and I have to admit I'm pleased everyone is eating.

I look at everyone, Ned Stark and his family, his boys, his daughters, one is already eating, the other is still sucking on her mother's breast.

I look at my wife, soon to be ex-wife, perhaps I'll hand her over to the boy, no to the man, to the king of the south.

It will be my last act against both her, her father, and everyone else, including old myself.

All Baratheons have black hair, but my children are all blond just like their mother and that means shes been bedding someone from her house, considering the number of Lannister knights present, the list of men is long.

Still, I haven't been the best husband and I have taken several women to my bed and they have given me children, that's the only reason I pretend the boy and the girl are mine, even if I'm not their father.

They all stop eating and wait for me to take my seat, I pull back the chair and it gives a loud screeching sound as Its legs are scrape the floor.

"Let's eat" I say to everyone with the friendliest smile I can make and for a moment Ned and I look at one another and we both share a laugh.

With this, I'll forgive everything and I can finally move on.

What will happen to Westeros- the Seven Kingdoms and everything after I'm gone, who knows, it's not going to be my problem.

I tried being their king and they rejected me, so another will take my place.

Had it not been the king of the south, I would have used an excuse no matter how stupid it was.

I would have taken a sudden interest in fishing and said for so long my ship got lost, perhaps I would go hunting and a boar will have killed me, so many possibilities, none of them would have been believed.

Except I'm a stupid king and everyone expects stupid things from me.

"Forgive me your highness" a servant says to me before looking directly into my eyes, in any other occasion I would have pulled the man's eyes out for even daring to look at me in that way, but I ordered him to do this.

Its time.

"I present Jose Woods, King of Sothorios and his honored guard"

"Accompanying him are lord Tyrion Lannister and Lord Tywin Lannister" the servant announces.

The servant flees like a dog with its tail between its legs after his announcement and no one makes a sound.

Ned's bastard stands from his seat and walks up to King Jose and it's like looking at someone staring at their reflection, they're exactly alike.

Jose is slightly darker, has shorter hair, and has a few more scars, but other than that, they are exactly alike.

"Bro- brother," Johns Snow says to king Jose, but the boy\ man only hardens his expression.

"Never call me that gain"