The Kingdom

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Leaving the council meeting, Morgan made haste to inform his grandfather of his decision, another 80,000 gold dragons, yet that weasel spoke as if it was mere coppers. A low-born rat thinking he could make a charge on the treasury of Casterly Rock as he pleased. Morgan could count the days till Baelish met a shift knife at the throat. Deciding to have a word with his mother he headed towards the royal apartments, not before reaching his mother's chambers he was met with the familiar face of his brother's scarred shadow.

"Please, it's nearly healed." he heard his mother coo

"It's ugly" Joffrey whined, his expression twisted, an unpleasant mix between a snarl and a grimace. As Morgan quietly approached the pair, he managed to get a peak at the his arm. Whilst stitches were never pleasant to look at, it was by far a tame scar.

"A King should have scars, you fought off a direwolf. You're a warrior like your father." It amazed him sometime how his mother at times could speak a lie with such conviction, Joffrey was by far the furthest thing from Robert.

"I'm not like him. I didn't fight off anything. It bit me and all I did was scream. And the two Stark girls saw it, both of them."

"That's not true. You killed the beast. You only spared the girl because of the love your father bears her father. When Aerys Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne, your father was a rebel and a traitor. Someday you'll sit on the throne and the truth will be what you make it," Cersei asserted strongly.

"If I can recount the incident, I clearly remember Eddard Stark slayed the pest. Like he said, all Joffrey did was scream, helplessly.... pathetically... at the mercy of a little girl," Morgan chimed in, his amusement growing as Joffrey face began to grow a lovely shade of vermilion. Cersei scowled lightly.

"You shouldn't speak so carelessly of you brother, have some sympathy" she scolded, Morgan shrugged in response.

"Simple truths, even as King Joffrey can not hold command over the truth. As much as you love to tell him, he can't do as he pleases when he's king, it won't end well. Any ways I wouldn't be took heartbroken I doubt  Sansa's opinion of you has changed, the girl lives in her fantasies and your still a golden haired prince like her tales. She'll practically lick your wounds if you asked."

Remembering his betrothed Joffrey returned his attention to his mother, " Do I have to marry her?"

"Yes. She's very beautiful and young. If you don't like her, you only need to see her on formal occasions and when the time comes, to make little princes and princesses. And if you'd rather fսck painted whοres, you'll fսck painted whοres. And if you'd rather lie with noble virgins, so be it. You are my darling boy and the world will be exactly as you want it to be."

Here we go again.

This side of his mother had always infuriated Morgan, the entitlement she fed him would only backfire on them. Morgan couldn't understand how she could speak so freely, encouraging to seek whore's if he wished. She spent over a decade with his father sleeping around and humiliating her with every whore Kings Landing, yet she was willing to allow Joffrey the same habit, to have mirror Robert in such a way.

Distasteful is what it was, Morgan could not for the life of him understand what men loved about whore's, especially those of noble birth. To have a woman who most probably bedded a dozen men prior to you. Morgan didn't if it was the issue of cleanliness or his possessiveness that stopped from taking a whore to bed but either way he stayed clear from such women, nothing against them personally. In his opinion if he grew unsatisfied with just his wife, he would get a mistress- made more sense to him. A woman that was his own, untouched by others.

" I'm doubt the lords of the realm will happily sit back and allow their daughter's to be deflowered. You'll loose your throne quick that way." Then again the thought of Joffrey womanizing seemed highly comical. Morgan often wondered if his brother shared Renly's proclivities, he never seemed interested in any girls or showed the smallest hint of lust.