Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Fear and love - Part 4 - Joffrey x Reader

The soldiers jumped to their feet, as they saw the lioness and king make their way towards them. The men looking at one another for a moment. Watching in confusion, as the young stag trailed dutifully behind his aunt. All of them sure that they had never seen the deplorable young man act in such a fashion before. Never seen him so quiet and meek. Yet they all knew that if anyone could control Joffrey, it was the lioness. All of them had served under her. With her. Most had fought by her side in one battle or another. Many had bled with her. Others still, having been saved by her. The men owing her their lives. And no matter what. They all respected her. All would die for her. And all knew that she would die for them.

"Commander." A large man said respectfully, as he stepped forward. He and the rest of the men bowing courteously, as the king came to stand by his aunt's side.

"Captain. How have the new patrols been? Have we had any more issue with the smallfolk in the Kings Wood?" The lioness enquired. Gesturing from the men the rise. For them to go back to doing what they were doing before she arrived.

"The new patrols seem to be helping, Commander. And the rumbling in the villages seemed to have quietened since you spoke with the leaders. Though I fear no matter what you do, there will always be trouble............."

"Of course, there will always be trouble captain. I wouldn't expect anything else. I would probably cause trouble too, if I had to live like they do. Complaining gives the small folk something to focus on. But I have spoken with my father. To the members of the small council and have advised them of the issues. Of my actions. And as long as that trouble doesn't break out into a full blown rebellion, we will be fine. I have no desire to pit any of you against your friends and families. Against anyone, if I can prevent it. I want you to keep up the extra patrols. Have a few of the older, more sensible man, be seen in the other areas of concern. Show the smallfolk that we are as worried about their problems, as they are. Show them that it is we that have the power, not anyone else. If there are any further issues, I want them reported directly to me.............."

"The villages should be put to the flame. The leaders punished for even thinking about rising up against us. Against me. I will have their heads on spikes. I will show the smallfolk what happens to traitors. I.............."Joffrey interrupted angrily. Shocked that he had not been informed about possible insurrection from the villages. That such things would be kept from him. His eyes growing wide, as his aunt turned and glared at him. Her hand gripping firmly at his arm as she dragged him away from her amazed men. The lioness pushing the young man up against the wall and holding him firmly.

"There will be no villages burned. No leaders punished, and no heads on spikes. You are here to listen and learn, Joffrey. You are not here to speak. I do not require your permission for anything I do. Nor do I need your advice. You know nothing of what happens beyond the walls of this Keep. I do. You know nothing of the problems. I do. Some of the men and women in those villages have been faithful servants of the Lannisters and Baratheons, for longer than you have been alive. They have shed blood for our families. All they are asking for is help against some bandits that have been stealing livestock. That have been destroying property. I have increased the patrols in the most troubled areas to make sure that the bandits think twice. I want the men's faces seen in other areas, so that these criminals don't just move on from one village to another. Once the raiders see that they cannot get away with their crimes, they will take themselves somewhere else. The grumblings in the villages will die back down. And all will be well. If we were to do what you want. We are no better than the criminals themselves. The smallfolk will hate you more than they already do. They will attack my men as they patrol. And I will not allow them to be hurt or even worse, killed, because you think that every situation can be fixed with violence. Can only be fixed with violence. It cannot. Now, from this moment on, you will keep your mouth closed and your ears open. Unless I tell you to speak. The captain of the guard, Captain Cale is a good man. One of the best. It would pay you well to watch men like him. Men that know what it is to see violence. Men that have had to inflict it. Men that know when to use it, and when not. Until you can make the distinction between the two, then there is no hope for you Joffrey. No hope for your rule. Do you want that? For I assure you, that even though you have Sandor by your side. Even though sycophants like Trant are at your beck and call. One day, if you insist on carrying on down this path that you have chosen, you will find a dagger in you back. Your body on the floor. People just stepping over you, as you take your last breaths. Not one of them caring. Do you understand that? Because if you don't..............." (Y/n) barked. Her hand suddenly releasing her nephew. Joffrey dropping to the floor in a heap. The young man, looking up at the angry lioness. His heart beating violently. The knot in his stomach tightening. His desire for her growing with every passing moment. The need for relief, becoming desperate, as (Y/n) turned her back on him.

"I love you Joffrey. The gods only know why, but I do. You are my nephew. But I will advise you to get out of my sight, before my anger consumes me completely. I will come and see you once I have finished what I need to do. Then we will discuss things further. What we will do next. But for now, leave." The lioness continued. Having the worst feeling that Tyrion might be right. That there was no hope for the young man. That the only way to fix him, was a blade to the throat.

"Aunt........I.........I'm.............."

"Just go, Joffrey." (Y/n) bellowed, as she turned to look at him. The boy king quickly getting to his feet and racing back into the Keep.

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Joffrey threw the door to his private chambers open. Slamming it behind him, before moved over to his bed. He had ignored the looks of those around him, as he had raced through the Keep. Not caring what they could possibly be thinking. His mind too focused on his aunt. Of his need for relief. One hand rubbing over his hardening cock, as he fell onto the clean sheets. The other desperately pulling at the strings on his breeches, trying to loosen the suddenly constrictive material. His cock springing up, as he finally managed to push down the cloth. A heavy sigh leaving his lips, as he took himself in hand. His eyes fluttering closed. A lewd moan escaping him, as he was finally able to grip his engorged manhood. The images of his beautiful aunt filling his mind again, as he moved his hand. As he pretended that his palm, his fingers, were in fact those of the lioness. That it was her warm wet mouth. Her breasts. Her heated womanhood. Her angry word. That fiery glare flooding his thoughts, as his movements became quicker. His ears filled with her disembodied moans. Of her orders and commands. Joffrey shuddering, as he suddenly released his seed all over his stomach. The boy king knowing that when his aunt came to see him later, that he would have to do all he could to get close to her. That he would have to hold her. Have her hold him. That he would do anything she wished, as long as she would not give up on him. Would not leave him.