Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The apple doesn't fall far - Part 4 - Joffrey x Reader

My apologies for not updating this imagine sooner, but Joffrey was being completely unhelpful. But now he has been whispering in my ear again. So, I hope you enjoy.

Married. How could she be married. And to her own brother. Her twin. (Y/n) looking between her happy brother and the Septon. It hard for the doe to discern how the older man felt about the situation. She was sure that he could not condone this. That he knew it was wrong. Yet what could he say? It was a king's command. A command, that even though it came from mad man, he knew he had to obey.

"Get out!" Joffrey barked at the Septon, without taking his eyes from his sister. The old man dutifully bowing before scurrying out of the room. (Y/n) doing her best to remove her hand from that of her brothers. Only to feel his grip tighten.

"Now you are truly my queen. Only I will know what it is to have you. Only I will know the pleasure of your body. The joy of your touch. Of your presence. And when the time is right, we will be wed again. This time in the great Sept, with all the ceremony that we deserve. The twin rulers of the Seven Kingdoms. The progenitors of a long line of kings and queens. Lords and ladies that will follow after us. That will sit on the Iron Throne." Joffrey told her, as he pulled her close. (Y/n) turning her head, as he tried to kiss her. The king grasping her chin and turning her head back towards him.

"You will love me, (Y/n). Sooner or later, you will grow to love me as much as I love you. And you will give me the heirs that I desire. Now, I believe that it is only right that I present my new queen to the court. I have already had a chair moved to sit next to my throne. Soon I will have it replaced by something more fitting of my sister. Something that will compliment my throne. And there you will sit. And you will be happy. You will show everyone just how happy you are to be mine." Joffrey told his sister, as he took her by the arm and pulled her out of the room. The servants of the Keep bowing low, as the twins made their way through the corridors towards the throne room. The smallfolk looking at one another in confusion. Wondering why the twins would be arm in arm in such a fashion, given that most knew that (Y/n) felt no love for Joffrey. The look on the young doe's face, only causing more conjecture.

As the twins reached the throne room, the doors were thrown open. The bannermen bowing low, as the king passed. Joffrey pulling on his sister's arm as she tried to stop, not wanting to be looked upon by the sea of faces that had just turned to see the pair. (Y/n) knew that her brother had done this on purpose. That he had called on everyone to be present in the room for when they entered. To show everyone that he was master. That he could have anything that he wished. And that he wished to have her. The doe not sure that she could take the humiliation of being presented as her brother's wife. The entire court realising what that meant. What had been going on behind closed doors. Yet what could she say or do? What could any of them say or do? There would be rumblings of course. Hushed whispers in the corridors. But they would have to remain hushed. For all knew that if bad word got back to the ears of the tyrannical boy, then it would not just be Eddard Stark with his head on a spike.

Joffrey smiled, as he walked his sister towards the throne. The boy king puffing out his chest as he and his beautiful twin, his bride, passed the envious onlookers. (Y/n)'s eyes lowered to the floor. Not daring to meet the gaze of anyone. The doe fearing the disapproving looks from her uncles, from her grandfather. From Sandor. (Y/n) not truly sure whether they blamed her for this situation or not. Whether they might believe that she wanted this match. Yet as the twins made their way towards their mother, (Y/n) could not help but raise her head. Could not help but look at the lioness. She would not allow Cersei to see her so meek. Would not allow her to see her so lost. For if there was one thing about this whole sorry, awful affair that (Y/n) found pleasing, it was the fact that she knew that her mother could no longer say anything to her. Could no longer even look at her. For if she did, then the lioness would find herself banished from the Keep. From Kings Landing. (Y/n) finding herself hoping that her mother would be foolish enough. That she would say something that Joffrey didn't like. Would look at her in a way that displeased her brother. The doe quite relishing the notion of watching Cersei Lannister be thrown from the city without a gold coin to her name. Stripped of her titles and fine robes. Forced to live as little more then a beggar. Given no aid or assistance by rule of law. A thrill filling (Y/n)'s form, as their mother dropped her eyes to the floor as her oldest children passed. The lioness curtsying low, as Joffrey and his bride made their way up the steps to the Iron Throne. The king placing his sister in the seat by the side of his own great chair, before sitting and smiling at the crowd, as they all rose.

"Tonight, there will be a celebration." Joffrey declared. The king quietening the people, as a small murmur went around.

"Tonight, you will all celebrate your new queen." Joffrey continued. The petulant young man banging his fist on the arm of the throne, as yet another whisper spread throughout the throng of people.

"Your new queen. My beautiful sister. My wife. (Y/n)." The stag announced. The great and good looking at one another in disbelief, as Joffrey took (Y/n)'s hand and kissed it softly. A large grin spreading across his lips as he saw the looks on his families faces. Joffrey knowing that they, nor anyone else could do anything about the situation. And that soon the Seven Kingdoms would know what it was to be ruled by his line.