what if you were declared king by your crazy abusive evil uncle and while you were grappling with the moral question of thousands dying in your name you had to tactfully comfort your other uncle who you can only assume was having gay sex with the late lord commander of the kingsguard based on your evil uncle’s homophobic insinuations and your gay uncle’s clear genuine devastation that has him monologuing to you, age sixteen, about how death comes for everyone no matter what. happened to my good friend daeron the daring















