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❝ and you are implying on my son? ❞ choosing between her mother and her son is impossible. both of them have a very special place deep in her heart, a goddess, a pride, someone to look upon, and joffrey, on the other side, a firstborn, a special child, it is impossible to pick between the two probably most important family members of cersei. she is fully aware of this fact, joffrey would need much more knowledge of how to rule the seven kingdoms, and all he knows right now is, how to make orders, how to let his anger out. he is her little boy, her sweet child, overprotection perhaps takes place as she would pretty much support him in anything in order to keep him alive.
"I am not implying anything," she replies silkily, glancing out a window to the gardens of the Red Keep. "But if you are inferring something about my dear grandson from my statement, perhaps that says something on its own." She knows Joffrey has been entirely too indulged in his early years, and she wishes she had stayed in the capitol with her daughter instead of returning to the Rock. She may have had a chance of turning him into a prince worthy of being called Lannister, instead of a petulant brat.
