Life Recreated

Harry

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'I beg of you,' said his father, at the very end of his wits. He was the lord regnant of Born Borg, and he never begged anyone, for anything. 'You must consent! we have the wealth, the connections, the honourable name, the only thing that is missing is a crown.'

Harry refused. 'Make my brother the king, or my sister.' though they were renounced many years ago. 

'I warn you, boy!' his father thundered. 'listen to me!'

Harry felt it was time to go.

'SIT DOWN,' his father unleashed his anger. 'Shame of god! you think I don't know? the boys you have fucked, as I turned the other cheek. that you liked plunging your cock in the shit, that I knew. but that your head was full of it too... I did not.'

Harry stood paralysed. 'I-I am not sure what you are talking about, father.'

'You who can only get your arse ripped open by that steward's boy. what was his name? Jon I think.'

'Joffrey?' it escaped. 'what about him?'

'HA!' his father sneered. 'I first thought you were more like your mother than I. You know how your mother was, always fair and kind. I thought you were helping him to read, as you told me. But for months all that I could hear was screaming coming from your chamber in the middle of the night.'

Harry noticed the terrifying calm in his voice now. 

'Tell my, son. How does it feel? fucking someone over? never mind, I think I have an idea.'

'I cannot stand here and-'

'You will,' he shouted from afar. 'I hear there is a boy, nice and lean. Strong and handsome, quite good with a sword,' he recited. 

Harry felt the ground shifting. 'How? how do you know that song?'

'I have to admit you have a nice voice. You wrote it right? about the steward's son? Joffrey?'

His first love, he had written it when he suddenly vanished. Even now, he catches himself thinking of him. 

'When I discovered this unholy act being preformed under my very roof, I had to do something.' he went to stand by the hearth. 'I had him taken from his bed at near dawn, dragged him in his under cloth to the stables.'

Harry gulped. His fists were trembling.

'He confessed to everything. How he fucked you, he told me he fucked you well and good, and how you liked it. How you begged for more. You even gave him money, like he was some sort of whore? bought him jewellery, and such.'

'Lies,' he yelled. 'He would never say that.'

'Oh, yes he did. He told me you liked to suck his cock too, down to the every inch. licked his entire body. even stuck his toes in your mouth.'

Harry turned violent. 'What do you want from me!'

'He told me you loved him. you even asked his hand for marriage. you know what I did when he was done? I broke every bone in his body, beaten him to a pulp, cut off his cock and stuffed it in his arse before I hanged him. I left his body for the arch-angel. That's when I heard you sing that tune. Now you will listen to me, or that other one you brought here shall suffer the same fate.'

He knew about Robb as well.