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I love you, hate you, little brother now King. Your birth caused me such anguish, I can feel it still.

That dark winter’s night, the whole world a howling ball of storming snow, the wind so crazy-wild that it whipped great waves up over the cliffs and over the battlements of Tintagel Castle, you chose to tear my mother to pieces as you forced your bullish body into the world. 561 more words