henryiancusick:

There it is. There’s the look. I’ve seen it for seventeen years on face after face. You all despise me. Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. A man without honor. You’ve heard of wildfire, of course? The Mad King was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. […] So we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Once again, I came to the King, begging him to surrender. He told me to… bring him my father’s head. Then he turned to his pyromancer. “Burn them all,” he said. “Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds.”