there are no men like me.

Got a nice surprise this morning. My coach's started billing me as THE KINGSLAYER for my fights. 'Cause I'd almost forgotten just how much Jaime loves that little nickname.

I liked all this shit better when it was obscure. If one more groupie propositions me and says I can call her 'Cersei,' I swear to fuck I'll kill her.

Well. Well, well, well.

If last night told me anything, it's that my brother and me have been Robb and Jaime long before we were Robb and Jaime. Amazing what a hostile environment can do to a pair of strapping young lads, isn't it? "It's better than three defeats." Mm, that was a good one, little brother. Your humor may be cold and, well, humorless, but clearly we are related.

Gods, the next ten weeks are going to be a joy. May the best king win, hm?

( Liam )

( Erin )

Now. Generally. Lost limbs are supposed to stay lost, yes?

( Oh, good. I only rescue maidens. )