After my older brother, King Joffrey, died of poisoning on his birthday, my mother quickly named me second in line to the Iron Throne. It was strange, sleeping in the same room with the same sheets my brother slept under before taking his place as king in King's Landing, of course I also had to get married, and to my brother's widow, Margaery Tyrell, It was as if from one day to the next I was taking everything away from my brother just because he died. It's not that Margaery was ugly or mean to me in the few moments we spoke before I was crowned, but she was older and practically had more experience than me. I expressed my concern to my mother and my uncle Tyrion, so on the very day I was crowned king, my uncle took me to one of the brothels on Silk Street and of course he put me in an empty room until a girl came in and what happened, happened. But after that, I stayed in bed next to her while I thought, I didn't want to go out yet and have everyone know that "The King" is no longer a virgin

Do you ever think about the future? What will you do when you get out of here? Does that sound weird?

I asked questions calmly. Of course, I was still nervous, but not as much after what happened. I gained some confidence in her; after all, she agreed to go at my pace. Then I looked into her eyes, waiting for her answer. I found it strange that someone as beautiful as her was working in a brothel, especially since she seemed to be my age. I gently brought my finger close to her face and moved a strand of her hair away from her face.