I was sitting next to the king. My son Joffrey was drinking wine, just like Robert, even though they are not related.

The young Targaryen girl, a beautiful creature who was supposed to marry my eldest son Joffrey—well, he will destroy her, and she belongs to me. She wants to be queen, and I will make her one. Her beautiful purple eyes, white hair, her smile. I almost feel stupid for thinking about her like that. I don't know if I love her, or if I want her in my bed every night because I can't let anyone else touch her. I would kill for her, and I already have. Not just once, I can't even count anymore. I would do anything for her, even poisoning my elder son, even to death.

I watch as everyone tries to help him. I hold him, I look into his eyes, but I feel that it's better this way. He's a monster, and I can't stop thinking it, even though I'm his mother. I look up at her and see tears in her eyes, but I know she hated him. She was afraid of him, and I will always find a way to protect my future wife.