They had thrown a blanket over two chairs and were huddled beneath it, wrapped in giggles and whispers. Joffrey had lessons with the maester which was the only reason that their den had not been thrown down and destroyed. It was a little cocoon, a world where Joffrey did not exist, but they still pressed close together the way that very young
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Ugh, growing up with Joffrey as an older brother must have been terrible. No wonder they both seem so meek...
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I know. It couldn't have been a picnic. I'm sure before he had Sansa to torment, Myrcella and Tommen were easy targets. I love them both and Myrcella fanworks seem to be almost non-existent, which is sad.
Added you, hope you don't mind, even if you've mostly migrated to Tumblr.
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I actually found your writing on tumblr first, but I still like LJ better when it comes to stalking reading fanfictions, for some weird reason ¬_¬
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