He took the book. 'A Game of Thrones'. He couldn't help smile a little at that. This Martin who had written about them had placed an index at the back. All the players, all the noble houses and baseborn. A map, from North of the Wall down to Dorne and his eyes rested on Casterly Rock and on Kings Landing where he'd resided in the service of two kings, a mad one and a fat one. Trish excused herself to run water for his cloak but very likely leaving him to read about himself in peace. He skimmed the chapters. They were named for people and gave their point of view. The Starks, the Targaryen girl, and Tyrion. From reading he could work out the timeline and found it described. Himself and Cersei in such detail. The nosy climbing Stark Boy. Himself pushing the young Lord from the window.
"...the things I do for love." he repeated, the words on the page seeming strange though he would do the same thing again if he had to. For Cersei
He was done looking at it though. He wasn't going to sit reading other people's opinions of him. That would be ridiculous. And the other volumes? No, he wasn't going to look at them. Not yet. His future. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Placing the book down he moved to the door of the bathroom and looked in curiously to see the bath filling with steam. It would do very well for the cloak most likely. "As unexpected moments of my life go..." he quipped. "Truthfully though I don't think I want to know my future. Reading that...Its what others think of me. The Starks, my brother. And he's here too, I don't want to know. But tell me, does it ever show my opinion. My thoughts? I'm almost curious to see how accurate it is."
Curious, but nervous. And really not wanting to admit it.