Game of Thrones: The Storm

S1E10 - Fire and Blood

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A few days after Lord Stark's execution, court was held in the throne room again. A bard was arrested and brought before Joffrey because of a song that he was singing at a tavern. 

"The boar's great tusks, they boded ill, for good King Robert's health. And the beast was every bit as fat as Robert was himself, but our brave King cried, "Do Your Worst! I'll have your ugly head! You're nowhere near as murderous as... the Lion in my bed!" King Robert lost his battle, and he failed his final test, the Lion ripped his balls off aaand... the boar did all the rest." 

When the bard finished singing, Joffrey looked over at you with an amused look and you returned it before rolling your eyes at the horrible song. After Joffrey started clapping at the song, the Lords and Ladies behind the bard started clapping as well. 

"Very amusing. Isn't it a funny song? Thank you for your rendition. I imagine it was even better received at that tavern," Joffrey quipped as he shifted in his seat. 

 "I'm so sorry, your grace. I'll never sing it again, I swear," the bard stood up, fear present in his tone as he spoke. 

"Tell me, which do you favor. Your fingers or your tongue?" 

"Your grace?" 

"Fingers or your tongue?" Joffrey repeated. "If you got to keep one, which would it be?"

The bard struggled to find words as Joffrey's expression fell to one of irritation. 

"Or I could just have my sister here cut your throat," Joffrey spoke in a softer tone as he motioned over to you. 

"Every man needs hands, your grace," the bard said nervously as he looked between you and Joffrey. 

"Good. Tongue it is." 

"Your grace, please," the bard begged. "I won't sing, your grace."

"Ser Ilyn, who better than you to carry out the sentence?" Joffrey said as the old executioner stepped through the crowd with his dagger and pinchers. The bard screamed and begged as Joffrey stood, took off his crown, and handed it to Sandor. "I'm done for the day. I'll leave the rest of the matters to you, mother. Laramie, take a walk with me?"

You followed after your half-brother, Sandor and Ser Meryn stepping in line to follow after their King. When you all walked up the steps to where Lady Sansa stood, Joffrey stopped. 

"You look quite nice," Joffrey told her even though she looked like she had been crying for days, which she had been. 

"Thank you, my Lord," Sansa responded with a dazed expression. 

"Your grace," Joffrey corrected her. "I'm King now. Walk with me. I want to show you something."

When you and Joffrey walked past her, all she did was watch as you both left before Sandor made her move. 

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As you all walked around the Red Keep, Sansa walked beside Joffrey with you behind them. Behind you walked Sandor and Ser Meryn, and behind them were two more Kings Guard. 

"Our wedding should happen sometime within the next year," Joffrey told Sansa as you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes again. "And as soon as you've had your blood, I'll put a son in you. Mother says that shouldn't be long."

When Joffrey looked up at the spikes with the heads on them, Sansa looked over at him before looking to the skies at what he thought was so interesting. 

"No, please no!" Sansa yelled as she looked away, closing her eyes as tight as she could. You stood off to the side and glared at Ser Meryn as he held her there. The slight smirk he wore as she cowered in fear made anger bubble up inside of you.