Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm writing this chapter two hours after I posted "A New Acquaintance" because I know my body wouldn't let me sleep if I don't continue the feast. I have a disease. Also, Lorcan Rosby is portrayed by Freddie Highmore. I still don't own Game of Thrones but enjoy this story, regardless.
Long Live the Boy-King
Chapter Seven: Strange Encounters
Lorcan's Point of View
My mother always told me fairytales when I was little. Before I go to bed, I would ask her to tuck me in and tell me about the brave knights who save damsels in distress. I would always wonder if fairies were real and if they grant wishes to little boys. My mother would tell me stories about the powerful gods and the beautiful goddesses that rule all over us. I used to believe in her stories, hoping that one day I will save my own damsel in distress. I slept thinking how I will find my own fairy that will grant my own wishes. I would sometimes look up the sky wishing that a beautiful goddess would look back down. But fairytales and myths will remain fairytales and myths, irrelevant and childish. As I grow up, I became fascinated with swords and daggers and armors. I would spend most of my time fighting or hunting. And most of the time, I spent forgetting the bedtime stories that Mother once told me.
But tonight, as the loud clattering of utensils invade my ears, as the quiet whispers pierce through the silence, and all eyes and ears are on her, I start to question my beliefs again. She is definitely not a damsel in distress. No wings or magic wands, either. She doesn't have powers like a goddess but she definitely looked like one. Her eyes are bright like sapphires, like the sea on a sunny day. Her hair is like little waves that flow down her shoulders and back. Her smile is the sweetest thing I have witnessed. She is perfect in every way. Even the sound of her name is magical and extraordinary.
Corabella Doreen.
Mother has been chatting with her for quite a while, asking her questions about her city and if she is betrothed to someone. She looked at me when the beautiful Corabella said no. Mother loves playing matchmaker but I didn't have time for that. They continued talking and laughing but all I did was look at her. I watched how her curls bounce whenever she laughs at something my mother said. I watched how she licked her plump pink lips before she tells a story. I looked at her hands and noticed how graceful she gestures around her to give emphasis on a certain detail. But most of all, I looked at her eyes. The bluest eyes I have ever seen in the world. I wonder how she looks in proper light, with the sun illuminating her already bright eyes. Her gaze is powerful, luring me into her like I'm some kind of prey. The funny thing is, I want myself to be lured. From time to time, she would look at me and smile as my mother brags about my achievements. I'd smile back at her in a goofy manner and she wouldn't notice. Whenever she moves, I could inhale her sweet scent. A mixture of carnations and vanilla.
"Lorcan is a skilled fighter, you know?" Mother said, snapping me out of my trance at the sound of my name. "He's been playing with a sword since he was seven." Corabella looked at me with a wider smile on her face. She must be interested in fighting, a rare fascination for a beautiful Lady to have. I took this opportunity to brag for a little bit.
"Yeah. I mean, it's nothing really but I'm a good hunter. I have been hunting when I reached eight. My father taught me," I said as my father laughed in a jolly manner. "When I reached fourteen, I started joining tournaments. I've never lost until now." I laid back coolly before asking her, "How about you? You seem interested in this topic. You must be educated in the art of combat." I grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip before setting it back to the table.
Corabella turned so that she's facing me directly. She sat up straight and grabbed something on her side. Concealed by her coat and the color of her dress was a dagger strapped on her side. It was small enough to carry around without no one noticing. She placed it on the palm of her hands and showed it to me. I looked at the dagger closely and the whole table did as well. "This is the first dagger I owned when I was seven. It's small but I fell in love with this instantly." I could see why. It was adorned with rubies and diamonds. When she moved it slightly, the jewels would catch the light making them twinkle like stars. "It's small but it's very sharp." To make a point, she quickly unsheathed the tiny weapon. I heard my brother and father gasp in delight across the table. The Ladies were slightly alarmed but calmed down when Corabella chuckled.
I looked at the blade. It looks brand new even after all those years. She must have taken care of it, cleaned it every day, and kept it in good condition. My first weapons were long gone, forged into other things. But this little thing looked like it belonged in a museum of some sort. I looked up from Corabella and to my surprise, and delight, she was looking back at me, too. We both smiled at each other. I felt my face flush and saw hers turn pink as well. For a moment, I thought the world didn't exist. It was like we were in our own personal bubble. Her eyes pierced my green ones like tiny daggers and I gladly accepted the wounds.
"Can I see that, if I may, girl?" My father interrupted our moment. All eyes were on us except my brother's and father's. These Ladies make a big deal about everything. I turned away from Corabella, trying to divert the attention from us. I coughed lightly, for good measure. I looked up to my father and saw his hand outstretched, trying to reach the dagger.
"Of course, my Lord. Feel free to inspect it," Corabella said sweetly. I felt sweat roll down my forehead. I wiped it away with the back of my hand before taking another sip of wine to calm myself down. Father and Dren, my older brother, inspected the dagger like it was some sort of new invention. Their eyes widen as they switch around the blade. Dren ran his thumb at the edge of the blade. A rather idiotic move. He yelped, sending Corabella reach out to stop him. "My Lord, don't—"Dren's blood immediately flowed out of the thin wound that the blade produced.
Father snatched it away from him. "This is remarkable! Even sharper than the Valyrian steel." Father handed it back to Corabella, hesitantly. She carefully examined it before putting it back on its sheath and strapping it to her dress. She chuckled as she turned her attention back to the table.
"My Lord, Valyrian steel is forged from Bedocian steel long before your country even came to civilization." Father and Dren's jaws dropped to the ground in amusement. I smirked at the sight of them and drank the last bit of wine I have left. There's nothing more amusing than seeing my father and brother, who by the way are excellent in fighting and knows the history of blades, get outsmarted by a young woman. Corabella smiled sweetly at them as if her statement was like a general fact. I can't take it anymore. I have to have my time alone with this beautiful Lady.
I stood up from my chair and gently took Corabella's hand, making her jump slightly. "I'm sorry everyone but I believe it's time for Corabella to return to her table." I didn't give them anymore chance to say another word. I yanked Corabella gently, letting her stand up and held her hand in mine. I apologize for my family's… curiosity," I whispered to her. We walked very slowly through the crowd. I took this as an advantage to have a small moment with her. I bumped into someone while I was staring at her magnificent eyes. She laughed softly. "I'm sorry, my Lady." I apologized to the fat Lady I bumped. She only smiled at me, to my relief.
"I don't really mind. They are nice and your mother was very sweet." She said with a smile. This is how the evening will be; her looking perfect and smiling and me smiling back until my cheeks fall out. A perfect evening, in my opinion. "But I would like to know more about you." I felt my heart race and my cheeks warm up in an instant. "You said you were a great fighter. I would love to go against you sometime." I nodded my head wildly. There is nothing more I want but to spend time with her. If I had to have bruises, I would willingly take them if it's her hands that would wound me.
"I would love that, my Lady. There's word around here that the King will hold a tournament on his nameday. I think that would be the perfect time, don't you agree." Her smile widened and her bright eyes sparkled in the light.
"I shall get my weapons ready, then?" We both laughed. We reached the Doreens' table in no time. Lady Edvige smiled at us and so did the man beside her. He must be Lord Doreen. He stood up to kiss Corabella's forehead. He looked at me. Unlike Corabella, the other members of the Doreen family have very dark eyes. I wonder why Corabella's are blue. "Father, this is Lorcan of the house Rosby."
I bowed in front of Lord Doreen. "It's an honor to meet you, my Lord." He stretched out a hand to me which I gladly shook.
"I am honored to meet you, too. I am Ferardo Doreen, Lord of the city of Bedoco." His voice sounded deeper than I expected. He looks brave and proud. But most of all, he looks intimidating. His eyes hold no emotion even if his lips say otherwise. Maybe it's just me thinking that since fathers of beautiful Ladies do act and look intimidating. "Please, join us here. The feast would start anytime now." I looked back at my mother who nodded in approval as if she knows the offer given to me by Lord Doreen.
"Of course, I shall. Thank you." I sat in between Lord Doreen and Corabella. I felt uncomfortable at first but Corabella looked at me reassuringly. Obviously, I felt better in an instant.
Corabella's Point of View
Chatting with the Rosbys has been a delight especially when they addressed my combat skills. Showing off my knowledge about craftsmanship has been a confidence booster to me. I hope they didn't think I was rude. Lorcan apologized to me on our way to my family's table but I dismissed it immediately. I appreciated, however, his acceptance to my offer to fight with him. The King's nameday would be the perfect opportunity for me to show my Bedocian skills to the whole of Westeros.
"So, Lord Rosby—"my father started coolly but Lorcan immediately cut him off.
"Oh, my father's the Lord, not me. Call me Lorcan, if you may, my Lord," he said.
Father smiled and blinked. Then, he corrected his mistake, trying to have a conversation with our new acquaintance. "My apologies. Lorcan…" he paused and looked at Lorcan. He nodded in approval while grabbing a glass of wine. "I heard you came from a family of soldiers and fighters. Is this correct? Do you have any experience in battle?"
Lorcan sipped his wine gingerly then put it down the table. "Yes, my Lord. My father and brothers have trained me since I was seven. I fought in tournaments while growing up and joined two battles when I turned eighteen." I'm impressed by this additional information. I looked at Father, eyes bright in amusement. He is definitely impressed. I could tell it by the way he stroked his beard and the way he nodded his head slowly. Cosimo poked me in the back making me turn to him.
The twins gestured for me to come closer to them and I did. "Is that your new admirer, sister?" Gino asked quietly so that no one could hear but us, siblings. I shook my head side to side and chuckled softly. I can't believe my brothers are asking me this question. I barely know Lorcan and I only see him as an acquaintance and a possible sparring partner. Cosimo slapped Gino's head making him groan in pain. "Why did you do that?" Gino asked, annoyed.
"Everybody admires Corabella, idiot." Cosimo practically shouted. Some Ladies looked at him but I pushed him down his seat before we cause any more scene. I put my finger on my lips and shushed him. "Sorry," he said, embarrassed. I smiled at them both and ruffled their hair.
"Don't worry about it, brothers. You know what I do to anyone who tries to court me." I winked my eyes at them, making them look at each other with grins on their faces. My brothers and I don't agree much in anything. It must be the age gap and the fact that we think differently. But if there's anything we all agree on, it's the fact that marriage and relationships are obnoxious. "You behave," I said before turning my attention back to my father and Lorcan.
"How old are you, Lorcan?" Mother asked charmingly. Lorcan put down his glass of wine. This boy must really like drinking wine. This is the fifth glass he had since I sat down with his family. I wonder if he feels dizzy. I do when I drink more than one glass. I looked at him but saw no sign of drunkenness. He must be used to drinking heavily.
"I'm twenty, my Lady," he answered briefly. Mother turned to my father and added, "Only three years older than our daughter." Lorcan laughed. He must be confused how to react. It is an awkward statement from my mother after all. My mother smirked at me, making me raise an eyebrow. There's something about my mother's smirk that makes me very uncomfortable.
"And you're not yet married? Why is that?" Father asked further. Oh no. I don't like where this conversation is going. I have heard them talk to other men this way and it always ends up with them trying to get me betrothed to someone. No, maybe I'm just overthinking. They might just be curious about him.
Lorcan chuckled while gulping down on his wine. His dimples showed as he smiled to my parents. "I just don't think women find me interesting," he said awkwardly. I don't agree with him, though, He is very interesting, to be honest. Considering how young he is, he must be a skilled fighter if he hasn't lost a tournament or battle, yet. It would be great if he showed me his skills once we fight together.
"Why would they think that? You're smart and brave. You're good with your weapons and, I have to admit, you aren't hard to look at." I agree with my father. If anything, Lorcan is very handsome. His brown hair pushed back unlike most men who let their hair cover their faces. His eyes are green, for instance, and I've never seen anyone having green eyes before I left Bedoco. And his dimples look adorable on his face. It softens his hard façade.
"You're too kind, my Lord. But…" he trailed off. "… I just don't think it's the right time for that. Besides, I haven't found the right girl, yet." He grabbed his glass of wine again and took a swig, emptying it. His mood changed. His eyebrows met and his eyes darkened. Something must be bothering him. I wanted to ask him if he felt alright but I decided not to. It must be something personal that I don't want to invade. It's his right to feel upset.
"You know, Corabella says the exact same thing," Mother started. I gave her a warning look but she ignored it and continued to talk. "Lots and lots of men come to our city to have her as their wife but she always refuses." Lorcan looked at me with amusement. I tried to smile back at him but my thoughts focused on what my mother's saying. She doesn't have to steer the conversation to me. "She told me men are pigs and nothing but disgusting." Lorcan chuckled as I felt my face grow warm.
Lorcan turned back to my father, still smiling, as he tapped the young boy's shoulder. "Lorcan, you seem like a nice man. I'm sure you're very brave as well. We should hunt sometimes, just us two. Sounds good?" Father offered. At least it's a hunting trip he's offering and not my freedom. Lorcan nodded, accepting my father's offer. "And maybe you and Corabella could—"
"Let us all rise and give praise to our King and the royal family!" An old herald with greying hair announced at Court followed by a loud chorus of trumpets. Before my father could continue what he was saying, Lorcan tapped his shoulder and thanked him for the conversation before going back to his family's table. He gave me a smile of farewell which I returned to him warmly. I watched as he stride through the crowd. One by one, the people all rose from their seats and started applauding and cheering. Our family did so as well.
Even if we were the closest table to the royal family, I couldn't see the entrance of the King. The tall members of the Kingsguard lined in a row, blocking my view from the table. I saw my brothers standing from their chairs, trying to get a glimpse of the royal family.
"Cosimo, Gino!" I managed to tell them through the loudness of the crowd. They both turned their heads at me with confused faces. "Get off those chairs now. We will see them later," I told them with much assertiveness. When they wouldn't listen, I glared at them dangerously, warning them of my temper. They both looked at each other and climbed off their seats to continue clapping. When the noise died down, my father told us to sit down again.
The hall was in total silence before the trumpets played for a brief second. "And now to present our honorable guests from the city of Bedoco," the fat herald started. "Let us welcome, Lord Cosimo and Lord Gino," The twins stood up and faced the crowd with little smiles. "Lady Corabella," I stood gracefully and faced the crowd. Whispers started again and I did my best to hide my embarrassment. I looked at Lorcan from across the room. He beamed at me, showing his dimples, and I felt better. At least I know someone among the crowd even if I only met him a few moments ago. "Lady Edvige," my mother stood up with elegance, tilting her chin up. "And Ferardo, head house Doreen, and High Lord of the city of Bedoco." Father stood up, pumping his chest out with pride. The trumpets started playing again accompanied by the lute. Everyone clapped their hands and cheered as we wave at them.
Moments later, a knight whispered to my father, escorting us to the middle of the hall. We are to meet the royal family properly now. The Kingsguard moved aside, opening a way for us to take. Father held Mother's hand as they chatted with a plump man with jolly face. Then, I came next.
"I am Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden," the plump man said with a wrinkly smile. He bowed before me then took my hand and kissed it briefly. His eyes moved to mine in an instant, scanning the blue in them. "It is such a delight to know such a beautiful young woman."
I gave him a curtsy which seemed to please him and said, "The pleasure is all mine, my Lord." Before he could say anymore, I moved forward and face Tywin Lannister again. A smile was still on his face. "My Lord," I said while giving another curtsy. He bowed low at me before nodding for me to go forward.
I have never seen this next woman before but I find her quite intimidating. She looks beautiful but she looks at me with serious eyes. She smiled all of a sudden which sent a chill down my spine. The irony between her smile and her fiery gaze made me feel uncomfortable. She must be the King's mother that my mother was talking about. I gave her a graceful curtsy and saying, "Your Grace, it is an honor to be presented to you." She looked at me straight in the eye and raised a hand to push away a lock of hair that fell to my right eye. She tucked it behind my ear before looking at my eyes again.
"You are very beautiful, little dove. I've never seen such magnificent eyes before. How old are you?" she asked collectedly.
I held my breath for a second. Her presence makes me feel small. I cleared my throat quietly before answering her question. "I am seventeen, your Grace." She smiled with no clear emotion again, making me frozen to the spot. She let go of my face but held her gaze in mine.
"Such a treasure, you are," she whispered. It took me a few seconds before thanking her and continuing my way to the next person. Unlike the Queen-regent, this Lady felt warm and welcoming. Lady Margaery. I saw her yesterday while roaming around the gardens. What they say is true about her. She is beautiful from head to toe and by the way she grinned at me, I could tell that she is a nice person, a caring one.
"My Lady, I am delighted to meet you," I said while I dipped down for another curtsy. She took both of my hands in hers before showing me her perfect teeth. She moved closer to me, letting me inhale her fragrant scent. She smelled like vanilla and another kinds of flowers. She looked me in the eye but the way she inspected mine wasn't intimidating or scary. I took her observation more like a compliment. It is a first time for me to feel good about myself.
"You are very beautiful. Your eyes, they are just… ah. Amazing. I heard you are going to stay here until the King's nameday?" Lady Margaery asked sweetly. Her saccharine voice fit perfectly well with her beautiful façade.
I chuckled softly. "Yes, my Lady. It would be a while before we sail back to Bedoco," I said with enthusiasm in my voice. If she offers friendship to me now, I would gladly accept it. She seems nice enough, another person I listed to one of the things I like about King's Landing.
"Perfect. You will find it beautiful here. I hope we can be friends," she said. I nodded in an instant and felt my lips form a wide grin. She gave me a hug before nodding for me to move forward. I looked down my feet, flustered at how Lady Margaery treated me well. I hope that we would talk more. She reminds me of Abrielle, for some reason. The way she smiles and handles herself with confidence. Still looking at the ground, I caught a glimpse of leather. This must be the King. Not knowing what to do, I proceeded to do a low curtsy without looking up.
"Your Grace, it is an honor to finally be in your presence." He stood up from his seat and placed a finger on my chin, making me tilt my head up and face him. We were face to face now, his face plastered with a smirk. I felt my cheeks grew warm and my senses clouded up.
"The honor is mine, my Lady." No. He can't be. I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop at the sight of the King. The same blond hair. The same blue eyes. The same young face. It can't be. I must be dreaming.
"You're…"
"…the boy from the gardens."
Tommen's Point of View
I returned my hand back to my sides as Corabella stared at me in shock. I know she wouldn't expect me to be the King. To her, I was nothing but a scared little boy in the gardens, being outsmarted by her brothers. It's so cunning for me to let her spill her thoughts about the King. But at the same time, I felt guilty not telling her who I was earlier. She stood frozen on her spot, eyes wide in complete surprise and confusion. I felt all eyes on us now but I didn't mind as long as mine was on hers.
She looks beautiful like she did earlier when I first saw her. I couldn't believe her mother convinced her to wear all the things I sent for her even if there were prepared on the last minute. The flowers on her hair gave a mythical feel to her look. She looked like a goddess or a garden fairy. Her hair fell down her shoulders, curling their way down to her waist. The gown I sent for her made her entrancing blue eyes stand out. I swear those eyes of hers is brighter than any of the lights here in the Great Hall. She's magnificent, she's perfect.
"Your dress looks beautiful on you," I told her spontaneously. She just looked at me with unreadable emotions. My eyes moved down to her beautiful lips as they closed together. I looked around the other guests and saw the same confusion on their faces. But more importantly, I saw how intrigued they are as silence looms over us. She opened her mouth again to say something after a short moment of silence.
"Thank you, your Grace." And in a split second, she swiftly walked her way beside Lady Edvige and avoided my eyes. I watched her every move with fascination, wondering if I had offended her. Maybe I went a little too far. I mentally scolded myself for choosing the wrong options. I shouldn't have given her a dress. I shouldn't have scared her off like that. I shouldn't have kept my identity a secret. I bowed my head in guilt and frustration. When I looked up to the hall, they all resumed their noisy chatters.
The next two people that stood in front of me were none other than my two tormentors from earlier. They looked at me with dark eyes and frowns were on their faces. I couldn't tell them apart right now. Unlike our encounter earlier today, the two little boys aren't wearing different colored garments. They are both dressed in white tunic and black coat like their father. "Your Grace," they both said while bowing sarcastically. Both of them spread their arms wide in an exaggerated manner. They move so synchronized, making me cringe a bit. They stood up straight and looked at me straight in the eye. "It is an honor to finally meet you," one said with much sarcasm in his voice. I nodded my head at them with nothing more to say. Like Corabella, they returned to their family before the Kingsguard escorted them back to their table.
The trumpets blared again, cueing me to give a few words. I waited for everyone to be seated before starting. "My Lords and Ladies, I am very humbled and grateful for all of you showing up here in my feast tonight," I started before taking a deep breath. My hands are shaking slightly as I am still not used to speaking in front of all my subjects. "Your attendance to my coronation was delightful as you are accepting me as your new King. And now, as you sit upon my table and consume my food, I would like to express my thanks for your further support as we welcome to the throne my soon-to-be wife and your soon-to-be Queen, Lady Margaery Tyrell." Everyone applauded as I seated myself again. Soon enough, the feast started and everyone ate and drink and sang.
I, for once, couldn't eat my food. My attention was on her. For the past hour, she has been avoiding my eyes which made me feel horrible. I wanted to befriend her but seeing how she reacted in front of me, I think I just lost my chance. I watch her cut her food and bring it to her mouth but all I really want to see are her blue eyes. She didn't talk to anyone for the past hour, staying silent on her seat.
"My King, is something wrong?" Margaery spoke to me, making me snap my head up to meet her eyes. "You seem distracted," she added carefully. I placed my utensils down and ordered for a glass of wine. I never thought I would even have an interest in liquor but right now, I want to get lost in the taste of the red liquid.
"I'm alright, my Lady," I said while placing down my glass. One sip is enough for now, I guess. Margaery gave me a small smile before resuming her meal. I looked at Corabella again but she was looking down her table now, picking on the sequins of the linens. "How's the evening, my Lady," I asked Margaery without removing my eyes at Corabella. An old Lady approached her smiling. She nodded at the Lady carefully before tapping Lady Edvige's shoulder.
"…could have made an appearance." I was too distracted by the sight of Corabella that I didn't quite comprehend half of what Margaery was saying.
"I'm sorry, what?" I turned to Margaery with an apologetic look. I didn't mean to get preoccupied. She grinned at me and gave out a small chuckle. A small lock of hair fell on her face as she laughed. I reached out and tucked it behind her ear. I let my palm rest on her warm cheeks as I let my face move closer to hers. She blinked slowly and smirked at my actions. "What did you say, my Lady?" I whispered.
Margaery held my hand firmly, pressing it against her cheek even more. "I said, the guests would have liked it if a roast pig could have made an appearance, your Grace." Her voice sounded something between caring and seductive which made my cheeks grow warmer. I felt sweat build up on my forehead. How does she do it? How can she manage to tell something completely normal but spice it up with her voice? Right now, I don't want to know. "You shouldn't be drinking with an empty stomach, my King," she added. She removed my hand from her face and turned to slice a piece of beef. I watched her in amusement, contemplating on her beauty. Moments later, Margaery brought her fork with a piece of meat pierced through it up my mouth. I opened it immediately, letting her feed me like a child. She laughed at the sight of me and I joined her as well.
My laughter faltered as I saw Corabella staring at me with serious, dangerous eyes. Her gaze reminded me of her father's. I felt scared all of a sudden. We kept on staring at each other. She must have seen Margaery feeding me. Is she jealous? No, I doubt it. Why would she be? She might still be in shock and can't accept the fact that I was the boy in the gardens. She ripped her gaze at me and started talking to the old Lady beside her.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I looked at Margaery with guilt. I swallowed the piece of meat and let it go down my throat. I felt something in my stomach again. It's an inexplicable feeling, something that makes my head confused and my heart skip a beat. I hate it. "I heard she's going to stay until your nameday," Margaery added plainly. I'm not surprised they're staying. In fact, I want them to stay, her to stay. I looked at Margery again and felt guilt wash over me like a cold bucket of water. I shouldn't be thinking of other women but Margaery. She will be my wife when morning comes. And there is nothing better than having a perfect and confident woman for the rest of my life.
I grabbed her hand, stopping her from cutting the piece of beef on her plate. She looked at me with wild eyes as I slowly bring her delicate hands to my lips. I kissed it gently before meeting her eyes. "No one is more beautiful than you are, my Lady. My Queen." I sounded more confident than I expected. I saw her cheeks turn pink and I could have never been more proud of myself. She smiled, showing me her pearly white teeth. Then, she turned back to her meal, clearly too flustered to say anything to me. I smiled innocently at her even if she wasn't looking.
I looked back at Corabella and my smile instantly dropped. Beside the smiling Corabella stood Lorcan Rosby, whispering something to her that made her laugh. Lorcan looked at me straight in the eye as if doing all this on purpose. Oh, that sly man. He is mocking me with those green eyes of his.
Lorcan Rosby has been my brother's acquaintance during their early years. It's hard to believe that someone as horrible as Joffrey would have been friends with Lorcan. They used to hunt down rabbits when they visited here in King's Landing. When Joffrey made fun of me, Lorcan sometimes joined in but he apologized unlike Joffrey. But still, he taunted me before. And now, he's doing it again. When I look at him, I remember Joffrey. They are similar in some things, to be honest. Both have the face of an innocent angel that women swoon over. Both have interest in hunting and killing. The only difference between him and my brother is that Joffrey's heartless and died with a mind of a child. Lorcan, on the other hand, won battles thinking like a man. But that isn't enough for me to trust him.
Author's Note: This is long-ish, I think. But I hope you guys liked it! I struggled with how Tommen and Corabella should meet but I guess this is okay, for now.
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