Game of Thrones: The Storm

S1E9 - Baelor

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The night before the sentencing of Lord Stark, you were called to Joffrey's chambers so that he could speak with you. 

After Sandor let you into the room, you seen that Joffrey was sitting at his new desk, holding his crown, just staring at it. 

"You wish to speak with me, your grace?" You asked, drawing him away from his thoughts. 

"Yes. Please, sit," he told you, motioning to the chair across from where he was sitting. After you sat down, he placed his crown on the table before messing with the rings on his fingers. 

"Mother told me to send him to the wall, to let him live out his days in exile." 

"That isn't a traitor's punishment," you said simply. "Serving as a man of the Night's Watch is an honor... and an escape."

"So, you think I should have him executed?" He asked, looking down at the table, awaiting your response. You let out an uncomfortable sigh as you rubbed your eyelid. 

"Lord Stark was a good man... do I think that Renly or Stannis had something to do with his brash decision? Yes. Should he die for it?" You paused a moment as he looked over at you. "I don't know."

"What would father have done?" 

"Gotten drunk and fucked a few whores while the small council made the decision," you looked him dead in the eye when you spoke to him. "You can't be like our father. You want my advice?"

He nodded slowly as you stood back up to walk over to his window. 

"You could send him off to the wall, exile him to Essos, trade him for your uncle, or execute him. Those are your options. Tomorrow will define you as a King. Will you show that you can rule with a caring, merciful heart, or will you show that you can rule with an iron fist. Whichever option you don't pick, however, will take longer for the people to be convinced that you can rule with." 

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After you left Joffrey's chambers, you almost ran right into Sandor on your way out. Once the door was closed, you turned back to the giant man and leaned against the wall. 

"Nothing you can say can change the King's mind. Lord Stark is a dead man," Sandor said making you nod. 

"I know. I didn't try to convince him otherwise... I just told him to think about what kind of King he wants to be and base his decision off that."

"The Stark's will have all of our heads if they win in the end," he added. 

"I'd be halfway back to Essos or Dorne by now if I thought that was going to happen," you smiled up at him before looking back to the ground. When you pushed off of the wall to walk around him, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into him. 

"Someone could see," you whispered with a smile before he leaned down and hungrily kissed you. 

"The only person that would have cared is dead. I could probably have you right here in this hallway outside of the King's chambers and nobody would bat an eye," his dark eyes held a mischievous glint as he smirked down at you. His hands resting on your waist as he pulled your body flush against his own. 

"I'm already a bastard, I don't need everyone calling me a shameless whore to add onto it," you sighed, tracing a lazy circle on his armor with your finger. 

"I'll see you tomorrow night then," his low tone made you want to melt in his arms. 

When he finally let you go, you slowly turned around and walked down the dark corridor, your silhouette becoming nonexistent the further you went.