Diary of a Madman's Son

11/18

I woke up in the bouncy carriage of a chocobo drawn cart, my head being cushioned by Father's chest. The other Maesters were sitting opposite with a new guy… the Wen fellow, I assume. According to Father, whom I've just asked, yes, it was.

Father was taking me to a Blitz ball game he and the others were attending. Um… whoot? I'm not that big a fan of the sport, much like Mother who apparently sought out EVERY reason in the book as to why she should stay home instead of join us.

Nevertheless, Father and I spent the day together. I loved it! Right now, we're in an inn together, the others spread out over the city as a precaution. It's about two hours prior to midnight right now. Mother NEVER lets me stay up this late! Yes, I love Father! He's watching me write, but I don't like people doing that, so I'm sitting against the window, facing him while the cool night air freezes the glass and sends a chill down my back. It's refreshing. He's gone into the shower, now.

After the ball game, Father, the others, and I had lunch. Mother cooks darn good food, but this stuff was the best thing I'd ever put in my mouth at any time in my life! When Father heard me say this, he said: "And that's saying something, considering you fed off your mother for eight months!"

On a note more meant for virginity…

I never knew how famous I was, or infamous, until I walked holding Father's hand through the town while he was showing me around this new place. Everyone was whispering about "Lord Seymour's Son," and "The boy born of a Maester before a proper marriage."

Father took offense at the last comment and turned on the speaker, parting the crowd (much like the story of a guy named Moses and the parting of a Red Sea in Egypt in mother's leather bound storybook) strait down to the awkward woman standing infront of him, gazing up at his six feet of height.

"You are one rude woman, madam…" was all he said, his eyes glared down into slits. He picked me up into one arm and pointed the opposing finger towards me. "This boy was not born out of wedlock; he is a legitimate child of my lovely, lawfully and religiously wedded wife and me, and an honorable heir to my throne."

Here, he turned to the rest of the crowd, using his "Crowd Voice" as my mother called it.

"Seymour Reiko Guado Junior's honor is such as that of royalty- the son of a Maester's son whom now also reigns in that stead. One day, if my boy chooses, he will also fill the shoes left for him, ruling as your religious leader," he told them.

"The boy's mother is an atheist!" The woman's dirty finger shoved itself in my face, only to be jerked away by father's giant hand and crushed like a grape.

"His mother," his voice was deep and menacing, (much like the one he uses when he plays around with Mother, using his all famous, "Death awaits you!" saying when he's winning a pillow fight) as he threw her back against the wall of bodies created by the gathering crowd. "has her own mind, and it is made up by no man, woman, or child but herself! She doesn't follow traditions she doesn't like, she doesn't believe in religions she finds fault with, and she doesn't follow flocks of brainless gaggling geese if she doesn't understand what's being followed, unlike the lot of you who only do as the other Maesters and I say to do. Flattering, very, sickening, definitely! If any of you have a problem with my love, come to me, and I will PERSONALLY change your mind!" he challenged, then set me down on the ground.

Scared out of my wits, I ran to the other Maesters and tried to hide behind them. Wen and the Ronso pulled Father from the flock of people and spoke to him softly, trying to calm him down. Mika took it upon himself to comfort me. His gently spoken words weren't much than, "It will be alright, child," but the old man's presence seemed enough to quell my fears of my own father, whose eyes still blazed with a deep internal fire and Guado fangs still bared with curses towards those opposing Mother.

Sigh… sigh again… once more, just for luck…

Father's left the water running for me. Until next time…

--R.G.