Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Joffrey

Joffreys wedding was large and obnoxious and hot. So hot. Sansa sat next to Tyrion, miserably. Tyrion watched Tya chattering with Cersei at the other end of the table, he stood up wanting his sisters conversation but his father caught his eye and he sat right back down as a group of dwarves came out in costume. He didn't have a clue what joffrey had planned. Even Margaery didn't look to pleased. Joffrey was laughing and clapping. The half mens came out preforming the death of Robb stark, a play of Robbs downfall at the wedding. Tya looked down the row at Tyrion he watched in horror. Tya rose, moving to him. Tyrion's face was pinched watching the men get laughed at by everyone, the king the loudest.

'well fought, well fought.' Joffery said as every took a bow. 'a champion purse.' He held out a pouch of gold for them. 'although you are not the champions yet are you?' he slapped the pouch in his hands. 'a true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who dare to challenge by reign... uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume...'

'one taste of combat was enough for my your grace.' Tyrion said ever so kindly. 'I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery in the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new valerian sword and show everyone who a true king wins his throne... be careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust.' He pointed at one of the actors for joffreys little skit. 'it would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night'. Tyrion sat back down and sipped on his drink, Joffrey however was not pleased he sauntered over to Tyrion and poured his drink on tyrions head.

'a fine vintage.' Tyrion said calmly. 'shame that it spilled.'

'Joffrey.' Tya warned.

'it did not spill.' Joffrey told him.

'My love come back to me.' margaery told him reaching a hand out.

'well how does he expect me to toast without wine?' Joffrey questioned moving back to her. 'uncle... you can be my cup bearer seeing as youre too cowardly to fight.' Tyrion glanced back at his sister and she could read his mind, she begrudgingly went back to her seat.

'your grace does me a great honor.' Tyrion said as he got up.

'it was not meant as an honor.' Joffrey muttered. Tyrion walked around the table and reached out for joffreys cup but Joffrey dropped it to the ground kicking it away.

'bring me my goblet.' Joffrey demanded. Tyrion searched for it but it was sansa who found it bringing it to Tyrion. Tyrion brought it back over to joffrey, everyone else at the wedding was silent. Completely silent. The only sound was the waves in the distance and the birds in the trees.

'what good is an empty cup? Fill it.' Joffrey told him. Tyrin filled it, handing it back to him. 'kneel. Kneel before your king, kneel...i said... kneel!' Joffrey yelled.

'Look the pie!' Margaery said and everyone cheered, tyrion looked over at her and let out a deep sigh. Joffrey walked off the high table and took his valaryan sword he smashed the cake and doves soared out. Tya's face scrunched up as dead birds sat in the cake. Joffery was fed a piece of cake by Margaery, his brand new wife.

'so romantic.' Tya murmured to cersei.

'sometimes I think it is your duty to try and make me roll my eyes little sister.' Cersei remarked.

'not my fault, Tyrion and I have the same attidue.' Tya told her. again with the eye roll, tya smirked bringing her glass to her lips.

'Can we go?' Sansa questioned hopefully. Tyrion nodded getting up.

'uncle... where are you going?'

'I thought I might change out of these wet clothes...' tyrion told him,

'no, no, no you are perfect the way you are.' Joffrey said smirking taking another bite of the murdered dove cake. Joffrey cleared his throat looking to tyrion 'serve me my wine.' Tyrion moved slowly over to joffrey's cup which was right night to him, Joffrey had attitude and lack of skill in anything except humiliating and hurting people.

'well hurry up this cake is dry!' joffrey demanded and Tyrion handed over the cup moving back to his seat.

'I don't like these high garden people being in charge.' Tya whispered. 'the grandmother gives me the creeps.'

'I don't trust them. I trust you and Jaime.' Cersei told her. 'don't trust anyone else.'

'noted.' Tya said popping a cherry in her mouth. 'I think I'm going to skip on the murder cake.' Tya remarked and cersei grinned over at her. 'lets not do a murder cake for your... unforchunate celebration.'

'don't ruin today... I already dispise them enough.' Cersei muttered.

'I love you, you know that right?' tya questioned.

'I love you. I don't say it enough.' Cersei remarked turning to her sister.

'I will talk to father. I can marry the cock lover.' Tya told her.

'really?' cersei questioned.

'its about time I took one for team Lannister... don't you think?' tya teased.

'thank you!' cersei said hugging her tight.

'I'm not saying he will agree but... you don't deserve to be put through this again.'

'thank you sister.' Cersei whispered in her ear as Joffrey started coughing.

'mmm good.' Joffrey said downing the wine. 'needs washing down.' Joffrey said and Margaery smiled sweetly at him.

'if it pleases your grace-'

'no... no... you will...' Joffrey started couching. 'you will wait here..' choking... coughing unable to breathe. He took another sip.

'your grace?' tyrion questioned.

'hes choking!' Margaery cried out as he grasped at his throat and stumbled off the high table.

'Joffrey! Out of the way!' Jaime came running, everyone watched as Joffrey fell to the ground. Coughing up blood, Jaime rushing to his nephews side.

'someone help him!'

'joffrey!' Joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned cradling Joffrey in her arms. Tya and tywin got up and walked around the table. Tya stood at her fathers side, he kept a hand on her protectively as he waited for his grandson die. Tyrion moved forward as well not believing what he was seeing. Sansa was gone but no one was paying her any attention. Everyone was focused on Joffrey. His face turning pale as he gasped for breathe.

'joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned again.

'Help him!'

'Joffrey?' Tya questioned looking around at the crowd. Everyone seemed in shock, everyone, her gaze fixed back on her nephew. Joffrey reached out pointing at Tyrion, pointing at his cup, blood spilled down his nose as he died.

'my son,' cersei cried. 'hes gone. Our king is gone.' Cersei shouted as she held Joffrey his body limp in her arms. 'He did this. He poisoned my son. Your king.' Cersei said getting louder and louder with each word until she was screaming. 'Take him. Take him. Take him! Take him!' cersei demanded pointing at tyrion, joffery still in her arms.

Guards dragged Tyrion away.

Cersei was out for blood.

Tya watched her brother, her twin, eyes pleading with her as he was removed. She moved towards him but tywin kept a grip on her, he shook his head and tya was forced to watch him go.