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[ A video feed turns on, and all the network is greeted with the sight of one Renly and Stannis Baratheon, both looking somewhat flushed. It is clear by their surroundings that they have been drinking.
(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]
And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?
[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]
Of course, little brother.
[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]
Though he may not be here, I have no doubt that he is with us in spirit this very evening. So let us all raise a glass to King Robert Baratheon, who fucked the realm into submission while his brothers dined on rats and onions.
[ And, at his side, Renly leans over and taps his glass against Stannis’, biting back his laughter. ]
Making the eight whilst children wept and poor smugglers fed the realm on his behalf. Ah, what a king we had! Such charm, charisma, courage… But, alas. Gone too soon, taken by a lion’s boar.
And what a boar that it must have been. For what man could slay dragons and krakens, and then be brought down by nothing more than a pig?
[ Stannis’ face twists as he takes another drink of his scotch. ]
Ah yes. A man who seemed able to find every hole in the realm, yet somehow was not able to find his wife’s cunt, even as he shared his bed with her night after night.
If only Cersei had been a Riverlands whore - though, if the rumours are to be believed…
[ Stannis laughs yet again. ]
...Aye, brother. A whore so self-involved, she had to fuck her own mirror image to satisfy herself.
[ It was perhaps more vulgar than he had intended, but yet again, he could hardly bring himself to care. Renly, to his credit, does little more than smile, nodding his agreement. Then, after a pause, a sip of his wine, he speaks. ]
Shall we do what she could not, then? [ He lifts his glass ] Fuck Robert Baratheon, and fuck his tainted brood.
[ Stannis joins his brother in raising his glass. ]
Fuck Cersei Lannister for leaving us directly in the path of a throne that murders all that sit upon it.
And fuck the throne itself, for all the bother it has caused us.
[ And with one final cling of their glasses, they cut the feed. ]
(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))
(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]
And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?
[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]
Of course, little brother.
[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]
Though he may not be here, I have no doubt that he is with us in spirit this very evening. So let us all raise a glass to King Robert Baratheon, who fucked the realm into submission while his brothers dined on rats and onions.
[ And, at his side, Renly leans over and taps his glass against Stannis’, biting back his laughter. ]
Making the eight whilst children wept and poor smugglers fed the realm on his behalf. Ah, what a king we had! Such charm, charisma, courage… But, alas. Gone too soon, taken by a lion’s boar.
And what a boar that it must have been. For what man could slay dragons and krakens, and then be brought down by nothing more than a pig?
[ Stannis’ face twists as he takes another drink of his scotch. ]
Ah yes. A man who seemed able to find every hole in the realm, yet somehow was not able to find his wife’s cunt, even as he shared his bed with her night after night.
If only Cersei had been a Riverlands whore - though, if the rumours are to be believed…
[ Stannis laughs yet again. ]
...Aye, brother. A whore so self-involved, she had to fuck her own mirror image to satisfy herself.
[ It was perhaps more vulgar than he had intended, but yet again, he could hardly bring himself to care. Renly, to his credit, does little more than smile, nodding his agreement. Then, after a pause, a sip of his wine, he speaks. ]
Shall we do what she could not, then? [ He lifts his glass ] Fuck Robert Baratheon, and fuck his tainted brood.
[ Stannis joins his brother in raising his glass. ]
Fuck Cersei Lannister for leaving us directly in the path of a throne that murders all that sit upon it.
And fuck the throne itself, for all the bother it has caused us.
[ And with one final cling of their glasses, they cut the feed. ]
(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))
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[Probably a good thing. Kara being an older sibling could only end up with the younger being tormented and pranked and if she had an elder one, chances are they would end up joining Socrata, her mother in abusing her.]
She can't be that useless, surely? What did you guys mean by frakking her own image? Like, her brother or sister or something?
[Because that is kind of. Gross and wrong and imagine them having kids.]
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[ And yeah. It's exactly what you are assuming. ]
It was her twin brother. He sired all of her children and she passed them off as her own.
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[Because that was bad enough just for Kara, let alone some other poor kid. But she raises an eyebrow at that.]
Frak me. So her kids....what, they're in line to be the heirs? If people know and can prove that they weren't Robert's kids then why would they still be on the throne?
[Because as far as Kara knows on this sort of thing with royalty years back, this sort of thing is kind of. An obvious obstacle. One needs to be the legitimate heir to take a place of ruling and command.]
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[ Until... he and his elder brother watched their parents' ship break apart on the rocks below their keep. ]
And that was the problem. I was the first to suspect something might be amiss, but I could hardly go to my brother without any proof, now could I? So, I went to my brother's Hand to gather evidence, but he was soon murdered, and the information he had was lost.
I attempted to tell the realm, but without any proof, and with little love, fools upon fools did not believe the words.
[ For without proof, all men knew that words were but wind.
He tries not to sound too bitter, but the drink really doesn't help. ]
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[Kara bites her lip, nodding. Understanding, or at least thinking she is starting to, even if she hasn't quite necessarily connected that these two are from the same home as Loras and Arya.]
So they tried to cover it up by killing him. Motherfrakkers.
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[ After all, he had a Hand who grew up in one of the lowest parts of King's Landing. ]
It is hardly surprising, is it not?