Death was every bit as bad as I thought it would be.
It wasn't a glamorous death. I didn't die trying to save anyone's life. In fact it was agony, while it lasted. One moment I was riding my horse round the track, the next minute I was under the horse being dragged along said track. Don't ask me how. I don't know.
But what I do know is that death should be it right? The end, no more? Turns out I'm the one who knows nothing...
Because I can tell you that if death was the end I wouldn't be staring up at the eyes of a woman who looks exactly like Cersei Lannister. And I shouldn't be sucking on her teet.
Wait what the fuck!
A/N
Hello there! If you're reading this then you are one of the very few people who will ever lay eyes on this (probably shit) story. I don't know why I'm writing this since I can't write for crap but here I am. Thanks for reading I guess :)
P.S All the knowledge I have from this universe comes straight from the TV show and fanfics I've read. I've only read the first book so far.
P.P.S If I screw up the timeline in anyway, don't hate me, I'm trying my best.
P.P.P.S Updates will be quite irregular, I only write when I feel the inspiration else the quality gets really, really bad (like worse than normal)
Ok see ya!!
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A Good King - A Joffrey Baratheon Insert
FanfictionI never really believed in life after death. Well, that was until I woke up staring at Cersei Lannister and sucking on her teat. "What the fuck!"
