They're a fictional character, it's not that deep.

Wind was howling through the empty halls of Dragonstone. Thunder made the walls almost shake. Most of the castle was dark with only the occasional lightning brightening the halls. The only place properly lit up with candles and a fire, were the chambers of the Lady of Dragonstone. It was here were Selyse Baratheon laboured to bring her first child into the world. Her screams echoing out into the Lady’s solar, where her husband Lord Stannis was pacing up and down. Lord Baratheon was accompanied by Ser Davos Seaworth, who watched with a mixture of understanding and slight bemusement as his liege worked himself into quite a state. The younger man would wander up and down between the door to the bedchamber and the rather hideous looking sofa. Whenever the door would open Lord Baratheon would turn his head so fast, Davos was afraid he would accidentally rip it off his shoulders in the process. This continued for several hours until finally a babe’s cry could be heard from within the chamber. After that it only took a half hour or less until old Maester Cressen came out of the door.

"It’s a boy, my lord." the old man smiled.

 "And what of my wife?" asked Stannis, stoney face not changing even though he had just received good news.

"Her ladyship is doing well, albeit quite fatigued by the birth, nothing a good night’s rest should not be able to fix."

"May I come in and see them?" Stannis preceded 

"Of course, my lord." 

Stannis strode into the chamber where his lady wife and son awaited him. The former looking rather flushed, though it was apparent that she had been cleaned up and put into a new nightgown, in her arms she held a yellow bundle of cloth. Upon seeing him enter the room his wife mustered a little smile and waved him closer.

"Come Husband and meet your son."

Stannis came closer to the bed, as he peered down into the bundle in Selyse’s arms he was met by his son’s bright blue eyes and typical Baratheon black hair. Apart from that he couldn’t say much about whom his son would resemble.

 "Would you like to hold him." came the voice of his wife, he responded with a nod and within seconds the boy was in his arms.

 Quickly remembering the instructions his mother had given him when he first held Renly as a babe, Stannis slid one of his hands under the child’s head to support it. When he had finished adjusting his hold he looked to his wife 

"What is his name?"  

"I did not decide one and also would not have dared to name him, for that should be your honour."

"There are no names I can presently think of and I would therefore pass this honour back to you, for you were the one who carried and birthed him."

"Then his name shall be Edric, I have always dreamed of a little boy with that name."

I remember a few years ago when my main man Jake Gyllenhaal, gave an interview where he was promoting a fragrance as an ambassador for Prada, and the interviewer asked him a private question that had nothing to do with the perfume. Jake answered in a joking way, which was a lie that went viral, and everyone who isn't a fan of his took it seriously, but someone like me who has been a fan of his for years, I'm used to his humor and lying in interviews, I knew that it wasn't true. But Jake still had to clarify some weeks later his remarks after everything was blown out of proportion when he was asked about that interview, and he said he was being ironic with his answer about bathing because he was promoting a perfume, which I thought was funny, but people didn't get it. I wonder how Jake would have answered some of these private questions that Bertie was asked, and I think about how during the press tour for “Strange World," he and Dennis Quaid were asked several times during a day how it felt to be working together again and playing father and son once more. The first few times they answered that it was great, but eventually, that same day, Jake jokingly gave an answer that he wasn't aware of it. That clip from that interview went viral, and to this day, people still think he was being serious. Some people even tweet about it because people don't understand sarcasm.

And then there's this famous answer he gave about a sandwich.

I just know he would have given some of the most unhinged answers to these invasive questions.

Because asking about what you dislike more about your appearance is so cruel, also asking someone what is the worst thing anyone's ever said to them is just messed up. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive because I grew up in a really fucked-up environment; I mean, I can think of a lot of horrid things that were said to me, but this question about sex is so strange because he was promoting "Dalgliesh," for crying out loud, not Fifty Shades of Grey, what the actual fuck.

Bertie is such a gem for answering in such a polite way, even though I personally think he should have declined some of them. I mean, where was his publicist? I truly believe that more famous people should lie in interviews, just like Jake and, famously, Robert Pattinson do because some interviewers really be having the nerve to ask very weird questions.

😭A constant hum of anxiety would be the perfect name for my memoirs. Bertie is so relatable.

Oh, hell no! If some teacher were to do this to my child, that person would be getting fired but also be catching hands because what do you mean a teacher made him wear a pair of used boxers? That is disgusting! That teacher would have known the fury of a Latin mother, like I genuinely would have given that teacher a Colombian necktie.

Also, Physical Education was, for me, the subject I hated the most, and the teacher at my school was a real creep to some of the girls. I hate that man so much; I still have nightmares about him and his class.

🥲Me too, Bertie, and I have just the perfect song for it: "This Is Me Trying" by Taylor Swift.

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😭⬇️This is the saddest answer ever given by any of my faves in any interview, truly devastating.

Bertie's answer made me think about all of my near-death experiences, like when a section of the roof in my house almost fell on me and my dog when I was little. If I had stayed there some minutes longer, we could have died. Then there's the one time when I was a kid: I dropped an umbrella in the middle of the road by accident, and I picked it up while oncoming traffic was coming my way. My mother and I would have been killed. I fell from a swing as a kid at school, hit my head pretty badly, and briefly lost my sight. They had to call my mother to pick me up. Also, at school, I fell down the stairs with one of my classmates, but I landed on her, so I didn't hit my head, but my bracelet was damaged. My classmate was hit on the head by my foot, but she was fine. I choked at the school restaurant with a big piece of chicken; I thought that was it, finally, the reaper had come for me, but luckily I had juice near me, so I drank it. A car that was going in reverse almost hit me on the way to school; I was on my own and never told my parents. I fainted several times without hitting my head on the floor; that's a real skill I have. Eventually, at one of my doctor's appointments, they discovered a heart condition; I was hospitalized, which explained the fainting. I take medication for my heart. Some years ago, I bought a new cellphone, and one morning when I woke up, I grabbed it to check my Instagram. I had gotten a notification that Zayn had posted a cute photo, and while I was reading the caption, my cellphone went black, made a weird sound, and started moving weirdly while on my hand, so I dropped it on my bed, jumped out of bed, and boom, the cellphone exploded. It burned my blankets, including one that I had since I was a baby. I was able to salvage it; I still have the baby blanket. I think what saved me was a lifetime of near-death experiences that made me realize something fucked up was about to happen to my cellphone. Obviously, through the years, there have been more choking on food incidents, fainting, dizziness on the streets, and a bee entered my room through the window, and I'm allergic to them, so yeah, it was terrifying. But the most significant near-death experience is when I was born. I'm the third of three daughters, and my mother, at 28 years old, was going into labor, and I was not positioned the right way, so I was suffocating with the umbilical cord. The doctors wanted to give my mother a C-section, but she didn't want one, so she pushed, and the first thing that came out of her was my feet (breech birth), which is considered a bad omen in some cultures, including in the beliefs of my family. I mean, my mother could have also died. This was in 1995 in a third-world country. I'm still shocked that the doctors managed to deliver 😉. So, yeah, I've been marked by death from birth. Also, there's this family curse that was cast on my mother by her father, and it has been passed on to my sisters and me. It is real because of what has happened to my mother, my sisters, and me when it comes to romantic relationships; that's why being alone protects me from the evil.

☠️That's just some of the incidents. I almost forgot to include when a kid named Cristian, much bigger in size and height, and also a few years older than me, intentionally cut me with a box cutter when I was a little girl. I lost a lot of blood afterwards. My parents put coffee powder on the wound, which apparently carries a risk of infection. Also, I have this weird scar in the shape of a heart on my index finger where I was cut. I once told my mother that in case I was murdered and my face was unrecognizable, she could just check my hand and recognize me by the scar. I thought it was hilarious; she didn't find it funny. In her superstitious beliefs, joking about your own death like that attracts it because words carry weight.

🥹Anyway, Bertie giving this answer is me every time I overshare after meeting a stranger.

And then he let the Targaryan children slip away under his nose… :D

1)when he meets Jorah he would immediately behead him for being a slaver and fleeing his sentence

I lost my child. He died with my wife. It's nearly a year ago now. He was so wanted. Sometimes now I forget for five minutes, ten. Sometimes it brings me to my knees.