"Your Grace."
Liana's voice came from behind him as she draped a warm cloak over Joffrey's shoulders.
"It's late, and the wind is strong."
Joffrey turned and drew Liana into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Tell me, am I doing the right thing?"
"You are always right, my king." Liana's voice was achingly tender.
"Yes, I'm always right."
Joffrey murmured to himself.
Yet there was always a thorn lodged in his heart.
That secret.
He was not Robert's son.
Tywin knew it, Jaime knew it, and Cersei knew it.
Now Lynn knew it too.
Although Lynn had chosen to keep it secret, even making his mother trade her body for his loyalty.
It was still like a sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.
No.
Absolutely not!
The fewer people who knew this secret, the better.
Joffrey's gaze gradually grew cold and sinister.
Who else knew, besides them?
His two uncles, Stannis and Renly, had long believed that they were the rightful king. If they found evidence against him, his throne would be in danger.
And there was...
A small figure surfaced in Joffrey's mind.
Tommen.
His cowardly little brother, who only knew how to hug kittens and cry.
He was a threat too!
If the truth about him came out, Tommen would be a candidate for king. Tommen might also become the perfect puppet for those traitors to put on the throne!
An obedient, young king!
No.
The Kingdom could have only one king.
House Baratheon could have only one heir.
And that was me!
Joffrey Baratheon!
A terrifying thought grew wildly in his heart.
"Liana."
"I'm here, Your Grace."
"Tell me, if a family has too many heirs, isn't that troublesome?"
Liana stiffened slightly. She looked up into Joffrey's