Father has become cross with me again. Yesterday evening, I caught a glimpse of his great shadow walking towards the West Wing. Desiring but a moment alone with him, I silently rushed towards his broad shoulders, for I did not dare to disturb the deep thoughts brewing in his head. Perhaps I was too quiet — a flaw that has plagued me — because Father did not hear me until I stood right behind him, so close I could see the hairs on his masculine neck.
Father, I whispered. At that moment, he screamed in terror. Before I knew what was happening, six Secret Service agents had pinned me to the ground and applied the taser. As the jolts of electricity surged through my body, I could feel Father’s disappointment in his third-born.
Stupid Eric! Why do I always make a fool of myself in front of Father? This would never happen to Donald, Jr.
I must do better.
Another setback: Ivanka says she does not want to be Cersei to my Jaime for Halloween festivities this year. Or any other year.