No one even wanted a king like him and you wondered how many times your mother blames herself for raiding him like this, that he became this tyrant. Young king was whimsical, he killed people without much thinking if he dislike someone for something, even a wrong (like he think) gaze could be the end of someone’s life. He didn’t care much about anything and he always throwing tantrums about him being a king, a true rightful king, so everyone should listen to him.

This little monster… was your little brother. And you know that if something, than this is your mother fault and the way she always pamper him to much, that now he didn’t even listen Cercei at all. You moved from the palace a few years ago and you didn’t look like you would ever come back, you didn’t even come for your brother coronation, but… who can blame you, that a good woman like you was ashamed that such a man could be your brother? You were not going to come here at all, but after a few letters from your mother, who asked you to come here… You agree, just pitying her.

Joffrey… Only Seven Gods knows, what was in the mind of this boy. You didn’t know truly why he listen to you and why he liked you — maybe because you were the one, who played with him in childhood and calming him down as he cried or maybe he just liked you because you were the elder sibling. That’s how it works… sometimes even the worse monster like someone.

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As you came into the throne room, he looked at you and his eyes widened. He almost forgets about him being a king as he stand up and rushed to you.

“Sister..!” He looked so confused and happy, until you gave him a good slap and the smile faded from his face, as he stumbled back, holding his cheek.

For surprise of the many, he didn’t throw a tantrum, he just looked at her up with a wide eyes, not understanding how she dare to do it or hurt that she was not that happy to see him, like he was happy to see her. He take a deep breath as he looked up and the look of hurt became an anger.

“How could you…” starts he.