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When a man becomes king,
He's entitled to some truth;
So, long ago, I confessed to placing Seras in a coma,
But now's the time for a greater admission.
You see, my lord, your father was a--
Well, you decide.
Early on he began to favour Geoffrey,
Who was so less
Belligerent
And Intelligent.
Never realizing
That you could win this war,
That your brother could only negotiate peace
Through surrender.
Ah, youngest Goeffrey,
Second in line to the throne.
Moving him to heir apparent,
Meant doing away with you.
An almost perfect crime actually.
Never realizing
That his wizard suspected,
Then knew. Yes.
When I found you, bitten, swollen;
When I saw you lying there, weak,
But still alive,
I laughed.
Out of sheer relief, I laughed.
You were, indeed, my choice.