The whole way from Dorne, all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye. The privates of both a girl and a boy.
When we met your sister she promised she would show you to us. Everyday we would ask. Every day she would say, “Soon.”
Then, she and your brother took us to your nursery, and… she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large, your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny, pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment.