Myrcella and Tommen are so rarely used in Cannon, we rarely get to see manipulation of Joff in a way that makes sense and compassion is a powerful tool I think. I wanted to include these things..
"How easily everything changes." Frowning at the grey skies of Winterfell, Arryn leaned against the walls of the castle, pulling a long drag off of his herbal medicine. "We really destroy everything we touch, don't we?" He asked the air, not really expecting an answer. He didn't need one, he knew the answer.
A mournful air filled Winterfell, stripping it of the festiveness that it once held. The cold dreary air sapped of strength of character, potency and purpose, leaving all in a stagnant state of misery. From the Mighty Lord Stark to the lowest servant, all were affected by Bran's Fall. Arryn could still remember Caitlyn's Stark's screams when she saw her son... it didn't matter that it been a month since the boy fell, the sound still etched itself into his soul...
"What's the sound?" Sansa, sweet girl, pipped up confused and annoyed, looking at the doorway with frustration. She clenched her needle work hatefully.
Arryn stood, lifting Myrcella from his lap and approaching the door. He regretted opening the damn thing the moment he did as the most agonizing screams bellowed in his ear, screams all too familar to the girls behind him.
"Mother?" Arya ripped past him, shooting into the outside, her little face filled with worry and courage. Arryn was right behind her, hand close to his sword just in case.
Then he, they saw it...
A cart rolling into the courtyard, a massive unfamilar man pulling it close behind. Caitlyn Stark was being held by her eldest son Robb, both were in tears but it was Caitlyn who was screaming in utter agony. A look of pure devistation etched into her beautiful face, and Arryn's heart broke for her before he even understood why.
Grabbing Arya, he placed her behind him and settled her curiosity with a very stern glare that even with her wild heart she seemed to accept. Slowly, he approached the Cart and looked within. He regretted it instantly, the sight was painful in a way so few things managed to be. There, snuffed out of light, was Brandon Stark. His already pale complexion washed of any trace of life. Only the blood leaking from his nose and mouth gave any trace of life. Both legs were splayed, twisted in odd shapes. He looked the part of a corpse...
It was only the subtle, ragged motion of his chest just barely holding onto life that he knew the boy had a chance, bare though it was.
Without hesitating, he pulled Arya into a hug, feeling her sob into his chest miserably. Her tiny body heaved against him as she mourned whatever in the name of all seven hells had happened to her brother.
"What happened?"
The Second born prince could not help but cringe at Sansa's voice, and knew he would have to tell her.
"What a waste." Sighing, Arryn pulled a drag off of his herbs. Their numbing strength eased less then normal, the stress and grief he felt for the poor Starks aggravated his condition. "Poor kid... poor Starks." Looking at the tall tower, the image of Bran's fall burned into his head once more, even though he hadn't seen it. Taking another puff, he tried to enjoy the rare moment of peace he had found over the course of the last few days...
"I'm telling Mother! AH!"
It was not meant to be apparently, as Joff's voice echoed loudly, his natural irritating and childish cadence a clear reminder of his family's sins. Almost running, Arryna hurried towards his brother knowing full well that Tyrion was about to or had already done something stupid. He was the only one to get that sort of rise out of Joff, everyone else was either too scared of Joff or ignored the bratty prince.
He was right, naturally, with his Brother holding his cheek next to the Hound and a very annoyed looking Tyrion.
"Go! Tell her. But first you will go to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are." Tyrion's words, though wise, annoyed Arryn.
'Does he not realize how little my brother cares for others? How cruel he is? He's more likely to strangle the boy in his sleep then wish him well.' Irritated, he quickly reached them before Tyrion could say another word, glaring at the ignorant imp. His Uncle actually looked surprised, and Joff actually recoiled as if afraid at least for a moment before a easy calm settled him. Joff actually seemed to like Arryn, at least slightly. "Did you really just hit the Crown prince? In front of others, are you mad? Mother could easily have your head, you know she would do it too." Kissing a little ass, reminding his brother of his power always made the boy pliable, not that most people really seemed to notice.
Tyrion actually had the audacity to roll his eyes. "Yes, I did. The boy needed a little discipline."
"I know he does but it isn't your place and this isn't where it should be. Much as I hate to admit it, dear Uncle, reputation does matter. You know that." Sighing, he turned to his brother and smiled, disarming the ignorant shit. Joff actually smiled, well smirked, back. "Joff, I know you don't like it but you are expected to make friends and allies. Fake it, pretend you care. Tell Lady Stark that you have never had to act during tragedy and that you were not sure how to talk to her without offending her or making it worse. Tell her that you are at her Service and that your prayers are with them." Ignorant rage blossomed on Joff's face, but years of talking around his brother made it easy to predict his moodswings. "Father would appreciate it and be proud. He loved the Stark family and if you show that you care it would make him more likely to be around you."
The bluff and bribery was too much, Joff's eyes widened with excitement. "Do you think he would?"
It was an easy, sad fact that Arryn had learned from an early age. Joff adored and idolized their father, to the point of obsession really. All he had ever wanted was to be close to their father, to emulate him. It left an easy route to manipulate his brother, and had saved Arryn many an abuse as a child.
"Of course, in fact we could tell him so he knows. If you show you share an interest, especially in the Starks, he is bound to care. Right?" Simple enough for his simple brother to understand, Joff hurried away with a smile on his face. Left alone with Tyrion and the Hound, Arryn turned to his Uncle who had a bemused look on his face. "Hit him again, and I will kill you. He is violent enough on his own, the last thing we need is for him to have more rage to take out on others. All hitting is doing is giving him an excuse to exercise that rage. Do you understand?" Desperate and annoyed, he tried and almost begged for his Uncle to understand just who would suffer for his hitting Joff. It wasn't going to be Tyrion, a powerful adult lord. It would be tiny Tommen, shy and weak and loving... or strong, but delicate Myrcella, still unable to keep herself safe.
"You always could get him to listen." Smirking, his Uncle turned away and started walking towards the Great Hall. " Time for breakfast."
The Hound snorted. " He isn't very afraid of you, young lord. I don't think he is going to listen."
"He should be... if he touches my brother again, feel free to break something." Rushing after his Uncle, a shaking Arryn reached down and gripped the Dwarf's shoulder. "What in the Seven Hells makes you think I am jesting? Do you know who truly suffers whenever you piss him off? Myrcella and Tommen, they always do." "
The older man just shrugged him off. "Joffery would never hurt your siblings. He is a little shit but he won't hurt them. Even Cersei would stop that and you know how she indulges that repulsive brat."
"He's skinned Tommen's pets twice, attacked Robin Arryn with a stick, gutted a Kitchen cat to play with her unborn kittens... He is a Monster and if your foolish enough to ignore that then so be it but I will not allow your ignorance to endanger Myrcella or Tommen... if he touches them or even Sansa or Arya I will gut you. Do not ignore me Tyrion." It was a strange thing, threatening his Uncle... he rarely spoke to the other man despite liking him. Illness and his Uncle's carnal pursuits made it hard to truly connect... but having realized that he needed to make allies and a statement made it clear that everyone was a potential obstacle or ally. Even his irritating Uncle or monsterous brother. Both had influence and power, but Joff's was far greater even if he was far from likeable. So as much as it disgusted him, he had to play nice with the shit and that meant defending him from Tyrion, even if he agreed with the punishment.
Stopping for a moment, His uncle turned to him and gave him a long hard look. "It seems as If I am learning more about you in the last month then I ever have before. You've fucked whores, play the violin and sing remarkably well and have little problem manipulating your brother. What other secrets are you hiding from us all?"
It wasn't hard to glare at the little shit. "More then I care to tell you." Brushing past the ignorant Dwarf, Arryn recentered himself and smiled kindly at the servants. "Bacon please, and some bread... oh and the salty soup I had the other day. Some tea as well, if you please." Totally ignoring his Uncle's request from the same servant, the Prince approached the table filled with his Mother, Uncle and younger siblings. He smiled at his sister, who was sitting on the other the side of the table. "Hello you."
Her smile lifted his spirits as it always did. "How are you feeling?"
"Been better, you?" Sitting on the other side of Tommen, who's temple he kissed softly.
A shy look crossed Myrcella's face. "I finished my sigil...and I made a gift for Lady Stark. I hope she likes it."
"What gift?" Snarky and sniffy, his mother interrupted their conversation looking offended and disgusted.
Both siblings barely refrained from rolling their eyes, but his sister managed to turn to their mother. "I stitched a design into a blanket for Lady Stark combing the Stark and Tully Sigil. She has been sleeping in Bran's room and I thought having something comforting would help her."
Proud of her compassion, it was an easy thing to hold his sister's hand. " I cannot wait to see it."
"Neither can I." Naturally Tyrion chose that moment to interrupt, scooting next to Tommen and stealing something from the table. " Beloved siblings."
"Bran is going to live." Myrcella's sweet voice drew all of their eyes, she focused on Arryn solely. "I heard the Maester say he was going to live. Do you want to visit him with me?"
Leaning over, he kissed her sweet face as many times as he could, making her giggle loudly. He didn't care that his mother or Uncle could see him, he had stopped hiding just how much he loved that little brat. "Of course. Why do you think I ordered so much food? I want to make sure Lady Caitlyn has eaten something. I am almost positive she has lost a full stone in the month we've been here."
"Thankyou/What do you mean?" Cersei's cold, rushed words were a stark contrast against Myrcella's musical voice and the eyes turned to her.
Thankfully Uncle Tyrion took that moment to speak. "The Maester says the boy may live."
"I am not surprised, even in the Capital Maester Luwin's skill is almost a thing of legends. I am almost sure he is better then that fool Pycelle." A mug of tea was set next to him by a lovely male servant, one he had already fucked a few times in the stables. They shared a look, one that made the poor boy blush before returning his attention towards his family. "I for one am quite happy he is alive, even if he will never walk again. Speaking for the grotesques, life is far easier then people realize if one has the right attitude and from what I gather the boy was quite spirited. Myrcella and I have been combing the library for anything we can get our hands on to make his life easier. We found a few books on Dothraki saddles and even a climbing apparatus that may have been used in the construction of Winterfell. The boy live to climb, hence his fall. This might make it easier for him to at least see the world from up high."
His mother shared a look with Jaime that set a thousand bells off in Arryn's head, dread filled his heart. "It's no mercy letting a child linger in such pain."
"Only the Gods know for certain, all the rest of can do is pray."
Unable to stop himself, he snorted. "Pray all you want, I will stick to being useful and gathering whatever I can to help the Starks. Now, I can smell my bread, so if you please excuse me. Myrcella and I have a meeting with Lady Stark... and so does my handsome Tommen." Smiling at Tommen, he drank in the boy's happy smile. He tried to include Tommen, knowing that the boy felt isolated far too often. Kissing his brother and Uncles softly, he turned away, his little brother and sister at his side. They gathered the food from the servant the moment she left the Kitchen, surprising her. "We will take this to Lady Stark. If you can, please bring some honey and tea up to young Brandon's room, we may be there for some time. Oh and maybe some cheese... I should have asked earlier I am sorry."
The Servant flushed and nodded, clearly taken aback by his kindness.
"Arryn, can we grab my gift before we go?" Myrcella's question lead them out of the Great Hall.
Cersei watched her second eldest child walk away, taking her daughter with him. Their familiarity was disarmingly similar to how she and Jaime had once been, when they were little before their father had broken their ability to display any love publicly. Her heart skipped a beat when Myrcella looked up at him, nothing but pure devotion and love her in Green eyes. It was a mirror of her own past...
"He is good to those three, more then any of us deserve... funny that we never saw it before. Makes you wonder what else that boy is hiding." Tyrion's smirk sent a wave of nausea in Cersei's heart, she did not hid her glare as she focused on him entirely.
"He's a good brother, that's more then I can say about you." Reeling in her spite, barely, she turned the conversation to something safer for her to speak about. "So... the boy, Brandon. How do we know he will live?"
"This Luwin says that boy has started breathing at a normal rate and that he is finally gaining a little bit of his weight back. He is twitching every so often, only in his upper extremities but still. Even his eyes are moving every so often. He should awaken soon, more then likely after we leave, or so Luwin believes."
Fear warred with relief, the horror of the boy's injury had weighed heavy on her despite the cost of his potential revelation of what he had seen. "He will live his life without purpose, a grotesque forced to leech off of the world while giving so little back. A life I would never accept for myself, or any of my children."
Tyrion actually had the audacity to raise a glass towards her. " Speaking for the grotesques, I disagree. Death is so final, while life is full of possibilities. Besides I hope the boy does wake. I am interested in what he might have to say."
Her heart dropped, absently her hands moved towards the knife on her left, eager and willing to slaughter Tyrion if he proved disloyal. Thankfully Jaime seemed just as concerned, turning to Tyrion with a cold look. "Dear Brother, sometimes I wonder just who's side your on."
"My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family."
"A strange mercy, coming from you." Standing, she marched away, giving a telling look to Jaime. " Behave yourselves."
The soft creak of the Door alerted Caitlyn to visitors, naturally she tried to look up expecting her husband or one of her daughters. When the Royal children, sans Joeffrey, walked in with a smile, she could not help but flush. Absently she stood, brushing off her night dress even as she placed her craft down. " Your graces, I would have dressed."
With kind eyes so unlike Tywin Lannisters, the three children smile sadly at her. The eldest, young Arryn shook his head. " This is your home, we are but guests here. In this room we are not the Princes and Princess, we are friends mourning your son's injury and hoping to get you to eat." He raised his arms, making her realize that he had brought food. Food that smelled delicious,, she recognized that bread and the scent of Tea and Honey.
Her stomach bellowed, leaving her flush and embarrassed by the children just laughed. Both the young ones hurried to sit on the bed, Myrcella grasping Bran's hand softly. " I made you a blanket. Arryn has it, Lady Stark."
Turning to the boy, who had placed the tray down in front of her, she watched as he took off a large back that was lain across his back. From within he pulled out a large fleece blanket, one decorated with Fish and Wolves. A perfect, beautiful union of House Tully and Stark. She was moved, feeling her eyes prickling at the sight. Without hesitation she grabbed it, embracing it's softness before tossing it around her body, enjoying that for the first time in a month she felt just a little bit warm.
"I cannot thank you enough Myrcella… these designs are beautiful, you did them yourself?"
The girl proved that she would easily surpass her mother's beauty, giving a smile that lit up the room. "Yes, Lady Stark. Your from the South, and everyone says you have the warmest room. Hotspring water through the wall! I thought you would like to be warm while you watch over Bran! Arryn thought you weren't eating enough, and he knew you wouldn't leave the room, so he brought your breakfast. I wanted to keep Bran company since we are leaving today."
The tears began to flow faster then Caitlyn could stop them, she sobbed into her hands, even as she felt Arryn's arm around her. "I am so sorry, I just..."
"It is alright, my Lady. We are at your service, all three of us. Not just because it is expected, but because we care. You and your family has shown us nothing but love and kindness, it was an easy thing to give back. Now, you are doing no one good by starving yourself. Eat." Her hands were pulled down, and a piece of bread was placed within. She would have protested but the boy's stern look stemmed any desire...
'He is so tired... and yet he still came up here. We might have hope for the future yet. If only Sansa married him instead of Jofferey.' Absently she bit into the bread, and felt a feeling of peace wash over her. People so rarely came up to look over Bran, even her husband seemed to avoid the place, avoid looking at their beautiful son in current state. She understood his feelings well...
"My Lady, I want to show you something, something my sister and I drew up." The sound of rustling papers drew her from her morbid thoughts, she turned to the boy who had a paper in his hands. Within she could see countless drawings, not all of which were appropriate. Many were of naked men and women but before she could question them, her eyes landed on the very last entry.
"A saddle... for Bran?"
Kind green eyes stared at her. "He will wake up and he will have every advantage. He might not be able to walk but he will be able to ride, shoot a bow. He will not be weak or a leech on others, he will be a Lord and we will make sure that he can make any dream come true." He gestured the paper towards her, pointing with his long fingers. "This is will allow him to ride, but the horse will have to be young and learn to obey his voices and maybe some hand motions."
Cait actually choke on her words that came to her, a reminder of her son's broken dreams." He wanted to be a Knight, serve on the Kingsguard."
"Then he will have to find a new dream, painful though that will be. I know, I wanted to be one myself. I idolized my Uncle Jaime... then I wanted to be a Maester. Hehe life is funny like that... now, my lady I have another illustration... one you may not like but one I think he will love."
Trepidation hit her as he turned the page. Rage almost made her hit the Prince. "A climbing apparatus? Climbing... it was climbing that got him like this!" Her voice raised, painful and scratchy and not like her true self.
She hated the way it sounded.
The boy, and the other Royal children gave her pitying looks. It took her a long moment to calm herself enough to bow her head. "
"I am sorry, my Prince... I …"
"I understand..." The boy's words were soft, she barely heard them, but there was something about them that made it impossible to not look at him. A painful look burned in his eyes. "When I was young I had a million dreams, when I finally understood my illness I... I cried, not for the death that could come or even the pain but the dreams lost. I won't let that happen to your son, if I can help it... with this he can at least see the world from a birds eye, while being safe. It might be all he has that gives him a taste of the freedom he has so deeply lost."
"Forgive me... your far too kind... " She turned away, taking a long sip of her tea, unable to take the shame. "I just... I can't believe he fell. I always told him that he would but he was so sure footed. I used to joke to myself that his father must be part mountain goat or squirrel. I almost wish it was something else, that he was thrown, that lightning struck near him, that bird flew into him... anything other then being right."
Dread and fear burned in his heart, he shook and the world actually spun around him. Arryn felt vomit make it's way to his throat, barely shutting the sensation down as he took in the women's agonizing words. Words that, unbeknownst to her, condemned his Mother and Father... 'Mother's look earlier, her reaction to the boy's fall... surefooted, never having fallen before... Mother, please tell me that you are not dumb enough to have been with Jaime her, with thousands who are not loyal to you, who do not fear you...'
Standing, he placed a kiss on the Lady of Winterfell, repeating the same thing with his siblings and Bran. "I apologize, but I need to speak to my mother about something. I want to see if I can get the Royal Tanner, the one who made our saddles, to go over my work. You make a valiant point, Lady Stark. We do not want a repeat of this. We will not let overconfidence damn another." Turning to his confused brother and horrified sister ( He knew she had figured out what he had, she was the smartest person he knew even if no one else seemed to acknowledge it.) he smile at the brats. "Keep the both company, can you do that for me?" They nodded, serious and sweet. "Make sure she eats all of her food. Sister, do be a dear and comb her hair for her will you. Tommen, tell Lady Stark about your pets. I know you are a jealous of the Direwolves and want to know all about them. I think she would love to hear about it."
The Lady Stark did not question his words, even if her face made it clear how confused she was. A Mother was a Mother and she embraced the role even if it was not her children. His siblings obeyed without question, they always did with him.
The sound of his brother's story lead him out of the hall, even as he all but ran to the Tower from which Bran fell.
'Please, if there are any real gods... let me be wrong... '
Cersei opened her door the moment the knock rang against it, her loins all but frothing at the thought of her beloved Jaime only to be rudely knocked aside by a very, very angry looking Arryn. "Arryn, what are you-ARHHH!" Agony exploded against her stomach, black spots dancing across her vision as the breath left her. Cold fingers wrapped around her throat and with greater strength then she believed possible for her sickly son, he pinned her against the wall on the other side of the room.
"Do not speak, only nod your head. Do you understand me?" For a moment she could not respond, too afraid and shocked at the violence her son had inflicted on her. Her body ached as he shook her. "Do you understand me?" Somehow she managed to nod, and the world stopped spinning long enough for the most terrifying image to cross her eyes.
Her son, her sickly babe, grim and miserable with the wrath of the Mad king in his eyes. She knew he would kill her, mother or not.
"Did you or Jaime... did you push a boy, ten years old, out of a window because he caught you fucking?" The words were harsh, cold but cracked as tears filled his eyes. That mattered less to her then the words themselves.
"I..."She remembered his orders, nodding instead of speaking. She couldn't lie, the fear was far too great.
The hand across her throat released in time with her son's sob, a broken sound that shattered her heart.
"He's a child mother, practically a babe... why here, why in this place, covered in people not loyal to you did you and my father think it a good idea to fuck." His words were practically whispers, for that she was grateful. "Why would you do that... why would you... here... when Myrcella and Tommen... and even Joff would be put to the sword." Her son gasped, his eyes wide as he struggled to breath. " Why... heee… wheee… would... you..."
"Shush,shush, breathe, you need to breathe." One hand on his chest and the other on his back, she led him to her bed and rubbed a soft pattern against his body, pressing his head against her breast. "Breath, Arryn, before you pass out." She held him, rocking her sickly son back and forth, listening to him sob against her breast in a way he never really had before. Not when he found out that he was sick, not when he lost his position as Heir to the Throne, not even when he saw his first death at a Tournament.
She enjoyed it no matter how much his misery wounded her.
"Why would you do this to us, Mother... I know you hate Robert, I do too... but here? Do we matter so little to you?"
His words struck a cord, she pulled him away from her breast and looked him in the eye. "You mean everything to me, all of you do. You are my reason for living, for breathing. If I didn't have you I would have thrown myself off of the Red Keep years ago."
"Then why... Mother, why here? Surely you know the consequences."
With a sigh, she nodded. "To feel... anything." She kissed his forehead, forgiving his assault of her earlier, knowing that like her he would do anything for his family. She saw it in his eyes. He was more dedicated then even she was. "Years of living with your grandfather, with Robert... I rarely feel any more. Being with Jaime... it makes me feel. It was stupid to be with him here, you are right. I beat myself up over it every day."
Silence filled the room, her son staring at her long and hard. Eventually he gave up, sighing softly. "I understand... is that why Jon Arryn died? Did he find out about you?"
"Yes... though I did not kill him. That was his wife or so I believe. That bitch was crazy enough, her fleeing the capital didn't help any." Brushing his hair, which she took out of it's braid, she relished in the contact with her son. He was so cut off from all but Myrcella and Tommen, it had killed her to see him kiss Lady Stark and Sansa so kindly. So lovingly... "Arryn... how did you know... about... about Jaime and I? Have you told any others?"
Slowly, her son shook his head, pulling away from her bosom with the most heart broken look. " And endanger Myrcella and Tommen? Never... as for how I know... your not discrete mother... do... do you remember when Joff killed that cat, taking out it's kittens?" She nodded, unable to mask the disgust on her face. "Yeah, well I am sure you remember how Robert punched Joff… you told him you would kill him if he did it again... I saw the look in your eyes and I wanted to hug you, to tell you that I hated Robert too so that you weren't alone... I tried to find you, I looked everywhere in the castle... then I found you, in one of the abandoned towers near the Library. You were kissing Jaime, then your dress was on the floor. I understood well enough, I saw Robert fucking whores a few months earlier and had looked into my books to understand. I was so angry at you... but when I thought about it, I stopped being angry. He was good to you when Robert was a beast... I am proud that he is my father."
Those words, simple and beautiful, were worth more to Cersei then all of the gold in the world. She squeezed her son tight.
"Thank you... thank you so much for understanding."
"Myrcella found out too but no I didn't tell her. She's a smart girl, mother..."
Cersei actually flinched away from her son. "She... knows... " Sighing softly, a shocking bout of laughter came to her throat. "And here I thought I was good at discretion."
"Not a all."
They shared a laugh at that, and some of the pressure in the room eased up.
"What are you going to do now?"
The anger shifted into cold efficiency far too like her Father for comfort. "I am going to do what I always wanted to do. I am going to make my name known to all and I am going to keep my little siblings safe. Bran cannot be allowed to reveal what he saw, for our sake. An evil deed but a necessary one. We may not be Tully's, but family must come first."
She kissed his brow. "Always my sweet...Always."
"I need to get on the Small Council Mother." She gasped, pulling away but was shocked to see his eyes were just as serious. "Joff is as much a danger to us as Bran is. Someone needs to keep him from making any more enemies... I can do that. I have always been good with him. Having some power on my own will help when he comes into office. It might be enough to keep us all safe."
"It is a pity you are so young, you'd make an excellent Hand..."
The words of his mother did little to comfort the hate he felt towards her, his hate did little to stem the love he was irritated still flooded his heart for her. He cursed himself, his weakness. First Caitlyn and now his Mother... soon all would be able to control him.'
'How pitiful I am...' Leaning against his mother he was unable to stop the delighted sigh escape his chest. 'How I wished for this, when I was younger and thought I was dying...'
The sound of her heart, beating faster then it should, lulled him into a near sleep. His last thoughts echoing in his heart as darkness and stress took their tool.
'I will keep Myrcella and Tommen alive... even if it costs me my name... I will not allow you to destroy us Mother. You, or Joff or Tyrion or even Tywin... I have gained allies in Sansa and Arya and Lady Stark, but they are too young to have any allies. I will be their sword, their shield. I will be remembered. By them most of all... The sins of my family will not destroy those most pure. I will never allow it... I will never allow it.'
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
I sort of realized that his story is sort of a Sad twist on a Empathetic melding of Tywin and Tyrion. Endless compassion and concern for a family that is sabotaging itself out of ego and greed, endangering the most innocent of all. He is playing a game, just not their game. His goal is for the survival of the two younger kids now that he realizes how far his mother has gone and how likely Joff is to be king...
I love showing that despite being smart he is still a broken child. I will be showing a flashback to his youth, to the lonliness we have been alluded too..
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
