He rolled his eyes at the Queen and huffed at her, a hand resting on
the hilt of his sword. “Of course not, Your Grace.” He hated the kind of
king Robert had become throughout the years but after nearly dying and
seeing his life change, Brandon couldn’t stand to be in Winterfell for
long and serving with Jaime Lannister as a member of the Kingsguard
seemed like the best option for the eldest Stark.
“I hate
seeing him mar your beautiful face. The King is not one i’m proud to
serve, not anymore.” Brandon wished Eddard could see Robert for the man
he was not for who he was but he doubted Eddard would see it anytime
soon. Brandon drew closer to Cersei offering his own cloth square for
her. “Don’t ruin such nice cloth” What was it with woman and ruining
their pretty silks they claimed to care about so much? He could remember
the times his sister would ruin a nice silk dress to go play with him
and Benjen.