entertain me. {brushing my hand in a gesture for Ser Meryn to go find me someone to torture, or SOMETHING that'll please me.}

{Ser Meryn walked into the room just as Tyrion Lannister did} Help my mother? With what, Half Uncle? {I gave my usual look** Cersei Lannister

of distain toward Tyrion Lannister.} "It's Cersei Lannister's name day, Your Grace," {Ser Meryn spoke. I saw that he had a young boy and girl**

with him. I tilted my head} Well, I'll go see Cersei Lannister later. {Shooting a glare Tyrion Lannister for embarassing me} Why are you not**

gone yet? Tyrion Lannister Cersei Lannister

And who's going to make me? {I got a slight kick out of having to look down Tyrion Lannister. Although he still did quite** Cersei Lannister

intimidate me.} You? Half Uncle? Tyrion Lannister Cersei Lannister

{I stomped passed Queen in the North ᵟᵅᵑᵟᵅ ᵟtᵅrƘ and Tyrion Lannister, not paying mind to them as I entered Cersei Lannister's chambers} Mother! {I called. **

One of the servants had informed me that @TheQueenRegant was having a confrontation with someonw while I was not around. I grumbled.**

What is the meaning of you making a scene?! And me having to find out from a servant? What is the meaning of this, @TheQueenRegant?

and grumbled, even more disgusted} NO, @TheQueenRegant! And that'll be the end of it! I am the King!

{Leaving @TheQueenRegant's chambers and looking around. I grumbled as I walked,} My rule is what goes. This is my castle - my kingdom - MY**

SAY GOES FIRST! {Pushing my way to the throne room and taking my rightful place as king. #TheThroneIsMine}

New character. Probably still the same idiot, but I won't ever admit that.

-Once @thelionhandmaid explains that Cersei Lannister asks for me, no more explination is needed. I walk off, tossing my wine goblet*

and entering the throne room. I bow at the edge of the throne. Joffrey nowhere to be seen, but Cersei Lannister awaiting* @thelionhandmaid

mine and @thelionhandmaid's entrance.- You called for me, Your Grace? Cersei Lannister

-Blessings were upon me and my men, as we were close on JaNaya Baratheon's trail, and to our luck, she had strayed away from Stannis, and the*

rest of his freak-lot of men. JaNaya Baratheon cannot be much. After all, a barbaric little bitch, raised by the Dothraki can only know so*

much, right?- Aye, be quiet men. JaNaya Baratheon