Ola, mi amigos,
Pardon my spanish. It's atrocious. I have officially finished my bag of Cheetos, so here is favourite character! :)
Uncle Jaime,
I have heard the rumours. I have heard the whispers. Liars, all of them!
I am King Robert Baratheon's son! The Rebel King's heir! I am not the son of his bodyguard! I AM THE HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE!
I do not care, if we look alike- I am nothing like you. You are weak! Captured by Robb Stark's army- weak, weak, weak! You failed to protect my father, and you failed to protect the realm. I am not the son of a failure.
But I, I am no failure. I am a King- a benevolent, righteous King. They shall write songs of my greatness, mine! And those that speak of your despicable rumours shall burn! Burn, I say!
They will remember. Remember me, and remember my name.
And do not forget this, uncle.
Joffrey of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm
My, I've never wished for a character's death as much as I do his.
Right-o, everyone, you know the drill. Do leave a small comment on the box below with a suggestion, piece of advice, or a simple rant on how your day was yesterday, if you so wish- I'd love it if you did.
No? Worth a shot. Until next time! x