The more blood that soaks my blade the closer I get to returning victorious.
I will get back to her. I will show her I am strong. Maybe this will give viserys the confidence in me I so rightly deserve.
If he will not give me Rhaenyra, I will take her for my own. She will be mine.
Killing the Crabfeeder was only the beginning of the end. Soon, my Princess, I will be with you.
I heard rumor that you are off on your courtship tour. I do hope none of the men you find are to taste. I would hate to remove the head of some lord.
I find it hard to focus on this war. Killing gets me into a state where I just want to fuck and her face is the first on my mind. I have rubbed my cock raw at this point thinking of her sweet lips. Gods I am ruining myself.
Why do I do this? I let her into my dreams, my thoughts, my fantasies. She controls my life and it's ruining me. I once was a careless warrior. Then she had her ten and third name day and everything changed. She was the only thing I could think of after then.
I would cut off my own cock to either have her or be rid of my thoughts. But I fear it would not help. Even castration could not steal the need for my niece. I love her far too much.
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