Dark Sister

-Now the Wolves Lie Below-

-Now the Wolves Lie Below-

299 AC
Kings Landing

Valyria once again walked with Tyrion to the Tower of the Hand. When they arrived Joffrey pranced around the room excitedly. "Killed a few puppies today?" Tyrion questioned the King's giddy nature.

"Show him," Joffrey ordered Pycelle, as the latecomers sat in their chairs. The Grand Maester forwarded a small scroll to Tyrion before dropping it. "Oh, apologies my lord. Old fingers." He lied to Tyrion as he swooped up the parchment.

"Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey. Is that bad poetry, or is it supposed to mean something?" Tyrion questioned as he waved around the paper.

"Robb Stark is dead! And his bitch mother!" The King replied like it was obvious as to what the letter contained, before turning to look at Pycelle. "Write back to Lord Frey, thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast."

"Your grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage," Valyria spoke up, appalled by the King's words. "A joke, Joffrey did not mean it." Cersei tried to soothe her friend. "Yes I did, I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast," Joffrey spoke confused by his mother's actions while everyone wore a disgusted expression on their face.

"No! She is no longer yours to torment." Tyrion voiced causing his nephew to look at him. "Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster." Joffrey spat.

"Oh, I'm a monster? Perhaps you should speak to me more softly then. Monsters are dangerous and just now Kings are dying like flies." Valyria and Varys wore small smirks as they listened to the Imps words. Though the rest of the small council turned to look at each other. Joffrey looked shocked by the statement.

"I could have your tongue out for saying that." He pointed a finger at the dwarf. "Let him make his threats, he's a bitter little man." Cersei cooed "Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately. Unacceptable. Disrespectful. And in very bad taste." Pycelle argued, never failing to belittle Tyrion.

"I am THE KING!" Joffrey shouted, causing Varys to flinch at the sudden movement of Joffrey's arm. "I will punish you." The boy threatened. "Any man who must say, I am the king is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you." Tywin deadpanned.

"My father won the real war, he killed Prince Rhaegar, he took the crown. While you hid under Casterly Rock!" Joffrey screamed at his grandfather, silence encased the room as Tywin merely stared at his grandson.

The mention of her brother made Valyria slightly sad, but she was quick to remind herself of his involvement in his death. "The king is tired, see him to his chambers." At her father's command, Cersei rose, taking her son's hand.

"Come along." "I'm not tired." "We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest." Cersei coaxed pulling Joffrey towards the door. "Grand Maester, perhaps some Essence of Nightshade to help him sleep," Tywin stated.

Joffrey turned around facing the council. "I'm not TIRED!" He yelled. "Come." Cersei finally managed to drag the boy out of the room. After they left the rest of the council stood, moving on to the rest of their days, though Tyrion stayed behind to talk with his father. To that Valyria wished him luck. She quickly walked to find Cersei.