The Boy Who Would Be Joffrey:
You awoke from your slumber and sighed. The day was still so early, with the sun not shining into the keep yet, the clouds were blocking the blue sky.
The World seemed to be so quiet, yet even now, you could still hear the city arising, preparing for the day to begin.
You got up out of your bed and sighed, walking towards the mirror that your mother put into your room, to help you prepare for the day, without servants helping you.
And you looked into the mirror to see your eyes and your hair.
What did you look like:
[]The Stag's Son: You were a spitting image of your Father, Black of Hair and sapphires for eyes.
[]The Lion's Son: You were your mother's son, with Blonde Hair and Emerald Eyes.
[]The Lion and the Stag: Your father was quite Perplexed when he saw you, Blonde of hair, and eyes of Sapphire, and Emerald.
[]The Dragon: It was impossible for you to understand what happened. But it seems your father's grandmother still lived. You had silver hair and purple eyes.
You sighed. What would a mother do this time?
She would wail again, and praise you for the little victories you had.
Including your first victory in debate, and in policy, with the Royal Army being your father's great works, coming from an idea you gave him.
How would you handle them?:
[]Accept them Wholeheartedly: Mother always knew best, and besides, she always was there to support you!
[]Accept them, but quietly: mother did not need to know how you felt. But she would know you appreciated it.
[]Refuse it: You did not want mothers approval for your victories! You were the prince, you needed to do what was done.
[]Refuse it Publically: You did not want her approval! She did not have a place in your victories!
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Quietly you gathered yourself. No that was rude. Now you needed to get to work.
Six years old, and already working… learning… leading.
You had no experience in actual rulership, but you did do your best to emulate your teachers…
Who is that Teacher?:
[]Your Father!: Robert Baratheon, the Stag King… the only man fit to see you become a man.
[]Your Uncle Jaime!: Uncle Jaime is the Greatest knight who has ever lived, and that's saying something! After all, he was the Kingslayer, the Savior of King's Landing from the Mad King's Dastardly plan to kill everyone when the War was Lost!
[]Barry the Bold: Barry the Bold, not too old to take your Gold! Barry the Scary! The Lord Commander of the King's Guard, and the only knight who can claim to be better then
[]Jon Arryn: The Old, Wise, and Competent Jon Arryn. He was… to quote Robert "The International Man of Mystery" No one knew how he managed to get that title, but he was a statesmanlike no other… And a fine teacher.
[]Mother: For all your mother's perceived faults and spoiling you… she was very much a master when it came to politics and intrigues.
[]Varys: He scared you… but somehow, he didn't… he seemed more scared of you.
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But there was always that one talent you had… a talent that early on, no one could see.
And what Talent would that Be?:
[]In Combat: You were a Warrior like your father. You excelled at Fighting, anytime, anywhere, with anyone.
[]In Diplomacy: You wished to control the world with Words… and promises.
[]In Command: The World bowed before Steel, and it bowed before armies. You preferred the Armies.
[]In Court: You heard the whispers and the plots… and made them your own.
[]In The Higher Arts: You Saw the world for what it was. A Place that was bound by magic.
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