Three Eyed Theorist
What if Tommen Was Heir, NOT Joffrey
Robert groans as he falls back onto his seat after another long day. He feels a headache forming in the back of his skull and pours himself a cup of wine for the effort. He is still rubbing his temple when he hears footsteps approaching. The ringing rattles his head. Robert (Groaning): Not so loud, damnit. This is my room, not a battlefield. Jon Arryn: Apologies, Your Grace. I just heard about the incident. Is everyone alright? Robert: You mean besides the cat? Hells no, I knocked two of Joffrey
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