No one commanded Davina Targaryen.
"The kings wedding should be a glorious thing." Cersei remarked.
"Your father wants it done quickly." Varys countered.
Joffreys fingers trilled along the table as he listened. Listened to them discuss his fate.
"Shouldnt princess Davina be here to help discuss her wedding?" Petyr questioned.
His fingers stopped as he looked to petyr. Joffrey looked to his glass next tracing along the rim before lifting the goblet to his lips.
"He is right." Joffrey agreed cutting off whatever his mother was going to say. "Hound. Get davina." Sandor was eager to leave and headed off slowing down when he got into the hall taking his time, he knew davina walked with authority and power. He would be back in this room to fast.
"Dont jump." Sandor said. Davina glanced back at him from the balcony. "Too pretty to clean off the hard ground." Davina chuckled.
"Not jumping just thinking." Davina corrected.
"Well think later. The king wants you."
"Why?" She drawled moving to him
"Didn't ask."
"Gah!" Davina groaned
"Come on take your time though." Sandor countered. "I like the view of your ass." Sandor added.
"It's a nice ass." Davina agreed with a wink. Sandor pulled open the door for her. "Thanks sweetie." She pat his cheek as she passed. "Oh hey everyone. Thanks for the invite." Davinas heels clicked as she moved to the table. "What's going on?"
"Wedding preparations." Joffrey remarked.
"Oh fun." Davina took a seat at the opposite end of the table. "I want carrot cake."
No one spoke. They all just stared at the Targaryen woman.
"What? I wasnt speaking high valyrian was I? I hate when I slip up..." Davina drawled. "Lykiri y umbas...." Davina said softly. Be calm and wait... The people would bend the knee to Davina Targaryen, the last dragon.
"The cake is of the utmost importance." Davina assured. "Carrot cake or else i will be extra muderous. You don't want that."
Joffrey swallowed the lump in his throat. He didnt like how she looked at him when she said it.
"Where's your happy place?"
"What?" Davina countered that night when tywin found her.
"Your happy place." Tywin repeated. "Some place where you can let your mind drift so you can fake it when it comes to joffrey and this wedding. Because you need to put on a smile for this marriage. You will be queen."
"A queen with no power." Davina countered.
"Precisely. So find your happy place." Tywin urged. Davina thought on that.
"I'm in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Inside it's just me and that stupid, slimy lannister baratheon shit head." Davina answered. Tywins jaw clenched. "And I'm beating the hell out of him. I break a dining room table over his head. Then I rip off his arm and shove it where the sun don't shine." She smirked wide. "Then I reach down his throat and shake his hand."
Psychotic came to mind but tywin forced a smile.
"As long as you keep those feelings in your head and don't act on them your marriage will be like every other marriage. Loveless and painful." Tywin offered.
"Thanks. Love the pep talk Lannister."
"There will be a petition tomorrow. You are required to go and sit beside joffrey as lovinfgand doting wife to be." Tywin added.
"Hard pass."
"As future queen you will put on a smile-"
"Sit still and look pretty. That is not really my style."
"It will be. This union is happening. Uniting lannister/baratheon and Targaryen. No more of this nonsense."
"His funeral."
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Poison Poison / Joffrey Baratheon / Davina Taragaryen
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