Fire and Blood

Chapter 14

We arrived in King's landing the night before Joffrey's name-day.
"My lady!" Joffrey says as I exit the carriage.
"Joffrey!" I say giving him a hug, as much as it hurt me to do. I will take him down.
"Your home just in time for my Name-day celebration!" He says kissing my hand.
"I had to be back!" I say smiling at him.
"All of the wedding preparations in Casterly rock are prepared." I say to him and he nods.
"I'm afraid that has all been destroyed. Your cousin Robb invaded Casterly rock the day after your travel here, he kidnapped my uncle Jamie. If you hadn't left, you would have been taken too." He says walking me into the castle. I could have been saved, I could have been home if I hadn't ridden here.
"Joffrey help me to my bed would you?" I say as we arrive to my chambers.
"Of course." He says entering my room.
"Joffrey, I am so sorry I wasn't here when your father died. He was an amazing man and a great king, but you.. your an even better king and I'm grateful to call you mine." I say holding his hands.
"You will be my queen Lady Roslyn." He says kissing my hands.
"My heart is yours, please never return it to me." I say and he looks down at me.
"Whatever our souls are made of- mine and yours are the same." I say lying through my teeth, but it happens to work.
"Roslyn, how glad am I that you have finally returned." He says kissing me roughly.
"Oh Joffrey!" I whisper into his ear. I have to do this. For my child. For Jamie. He pushes me onto my bed, Carefully taking off his clothing, I do the same with mine, feeling dirty as I do it.
"Your mine." He whispers into my ear as he thrusts himself in, i wince as he vigorously thrusts in, only concentrating on himself.
"You enjoying this?" He whispers in my ear, still violently pleasuring himself in me.
"Yes!" I yell putting on a moan. That was enough to finish him off as he collapses next to me out of breath.
"That was lovely." I say putting my head on his chest.
"Only the best for you." He says smirking at me.

The next morning I requested his presence.
"My lady, what is it?" He says as we meet in the throne room.
"I'm pregnant." I say and he looks at me.
"How do you know?" He says coming toward me.
"Woman always know." I say and he kisses me roughly.
"I have a worthy heir!" He says before briskly walking out of the room.
"Your pregnant?" A voice says from behind me, it was Sansa.
"Yes Sansa! You shall be an Aunt!" I say and she looks at me.
"Your child deserves better, Joffrey is a monster." She says bursting into tears.
"What did he do to you while I was gone". I say hugging her.
"It was horrible! He forced me to look at fathers head! He even put Septa's head up there! He said he is going to put Robb's there too and make me look at his too!" She says sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sansa look at me." I say pulling her up.
"Joffrey will die if he does anything like that to you again. I will personally do it." I say and she looks at me shocked.
"You can't marry him." She says wiping her tears.
"I can handle him." I say wiping her tears for her.

"Well struck. Well struck, dog. Did you like that?" Joffrey says to me as The hound beats someone in battle.
"The hound is an amazing swordsman." I say clapping.
"Who's next?" Joffrey yells out
"Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish. Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard." A spokesman says, the second man doesn't show.
"Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard!" He calls again.
"Here I am. Here I am. Sorry, Your Grace. My deepest apologies." The man says coming down the stairs and dropping his hat my feet
"Are you drunk?" Joffrey says as he picks his hat back up.
"No. No. No, Your Grace. I had two cups of wine." He says trying to put his helmet on but failing
"Two cups? That's not much at all. Please, have another cup." Joffrey says raising his eyebrows at me
"Are you sure, Your Grace?" The man says wistfully.
"Yes. To celebrate my name day. Have two. Have as much as you like." He says, holding back laughter.
"I would be honoured, Your Grace." The man says bowing
"Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day.
See that he drinks his fill." He says as Ser Meryn grabs him and forces him to drink a barrel of wine
"You can't!" I say looking back at Joffrey.
"What did you say? Did you say I can't?" He says looking at me angrily.
"Yes you can't! It's bad luck to kill a man on your nameday!" I exclaim, trying to save this man's life.
"The girl is right. What a man sows on his name day, he reaps all year." The hound says, defending me.
"Take him away. I'll have him killed tomorrow, the fool." Joffrey says sighing.
"Beloved nephew. We looked for you on the battlefield. You were nowhere to be found." Tyrion says walking over to us.
"I've been here, ruling the kingdoms." Joffrey says, looking at me.
"What a fine job you've done." Tyrion says sarcastically, making me fight my laughter
"Look at you. More beautiful than ever." He says kissing Marcella on the cheek.
"And you! You're going to be bigger than the Hound, but much better looking." He says to Tommen, I laugh.
"This one doesn't like me. Can't imagine why." Tyrion says, as Joffrey gives me a look.
"We heard you were dead." Joffrey says, clearly annoyed
"I'm glad you're not dead." Marcella says, I smile at her.
"Me, too, dear. Death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world." Tyrion says pouring a drink.
"My lady, I'm sorry for your loss." Tyrion says coming over to me.
"Her loss? Her uncle was a confessed traitor!" Joffrey says, I tried so hard not to mention him yesterday.
"But still her Uncle. Surely, having so recently lost your own beloved father, you can sympathise." Tyrion says winking at me.
"Well, enjoy your name day, Your Grace.
Wish I could stay and celebrate, but there is work to be done." Tyrion says putting his cup down.
"What work? Why are you here?" He question angrily
"A raven arrived from the citadel this morning, Your Grace. The conclave has met, considered reports from maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms, and declared this great summer done at last. The longest summer in living memory. The peasants say, a long summer means an even longer winter. A common superstition. We have enough wheat for a fiveyear winter. If it lasts any longer, we'll have fewer peasants. The city's drowning in refugees, Your Grace, fleeing the war. We have nowhere to house them. And with winter coming, it'll only get worse.
You command the city watch, do you not, Lord Slynt?" Tyrion says to a guard.
"I do, Your Grace." The guard says
"And are you not a lord at my command?" Joffrey buts in.
"I owe my title and lands to your generosity, Your Grace." He says bowing
"Then do your job. Shut the gates to the peasants.
They belong in the field, not our capital." Joffrey says pouring me and him a glass of wine.
"Yes, Your Grace." The guard says, walking away.
"Lord Tyrion." I say as he walks away.
"I would like you to be the first to hear." I say and he looks at me knowingly.
"I am carrying a Prince or Princess." I say holding my stomach.
"It will be a Gorgeous child my lady." He says kissing my hand.
"Did you hear that everyone!" Joffrey yells to the crowd.
"My lady is with child!" Joffrey says, holding me up to the crowd, they all start clapping.