I have been sickened by the time in Winterfell. The cold nights and days have not been my pleasure. The food and drink have been equally inadequate. Robert fusses about with Eddard Stark and visits his “true love” in the crypts. It seems like everything is meant to torment me. My only stronghold is my brother and my only happiness is my children. The time to leave has been long overdue. I long for the sunny and warm climate of King’s Landing. That is my home. I want to forget about the horrors in Winterfell.  I long for everything to be over. My brother and I have kept our relations well hidden, but it has been very difficult over the years. We were compromised a little while ago and it literally paralyzed me. Bran Stark saw us engaged in relations, but my Jaime put an end to that. My regret was great for he was just a boy. I shall put it out of my mind though. He is not my son. However, to ease my conscience, I spoke to Catelyn. I offered my sympathy and support. I lost a child once. It was one of the most devestating thing in my life. Robert cared so very little and went out cavorting with his whores. It would have been Robert’s trueborn son, but we stopped being together shortly after that. I suppose speaking to Catelyn helped me remove some of my guilt. Jaime tells me I worry to much. This may be true, but he is far too nonchalent for my tastes. He needs to take life seriously, but he never well. That is not in his nature. I suppose that is what I love about him. We are twins and truly bound together. We are one person in two different people. Our personalities are so different, but truly we compliment each other. I suppose that was the only pleasurable thing about this journey. Jaime and I were able to spend some time together. Why did that damn Stark boy try to spoil it?

The return to King’s Landing will be quite long, but I am happier. We are going home and not to the foreign grounds of Winterfell. I suppose the union between Sansa and my son, Joffrey is well-matched too. She is a beautiful creature. She a gentle little dove. I had the pleasure of speaking with her at the feast. She was shy and timid like a little lamb. Her temperment is sweet and she will obey my son. Sadly, she told me that she had not bleed yet, but given her age, it will not be long. Her Mother gave Eddard many children and I feel that Sansa will be very capable of the same. It will be a good match and she will be a wonderful Queen one day. Sadly, my boy does not seem that fond of her. He needs to be and he must treat her well. Kings must be kind to their Queens. I do not want him to be like Robert. He must be firm, but gentle. I must groom him to be this way.  I will take the sweet Sansa under my wing and ensure that she becomes an esteemed Lady of the South. I want her to be worthy completely of my beloved Joffrey.

These many thoughts have taken a great toll on my mind. I must reflect on other things and quiet myself. I shall have some wine and take a rest. We shall be making a camp soon.