Poison Poison / Joffrey Baratheon / Davina Taragaryen

7. Cartwheels

"This room really is absurdly large. Who needs a bedchamber this size?"

"It is so the nobles have room to do cartwheels." Davina answered. "Obviously." Sansa cracked first, giggling, and moved to sit up against the pillows next to davina. "You are alright kid."

"Thank you for looking out for me."

"Thanks for not being scared of me." Davina countered.

"Why would i be scared?"

"We didnt say more than a few words to each other before all this."

"Oh well your guard..." sansa whispered

"Gregor. Yeah. Hes a handful." Davina confirmed. Sansa looked to the closed door. "New chambers. Lets test it out."

"Test what out?"

"Cartwheels. Duh." Davina answered running across the room.

Joffrey had a staring problem. Davina was his staring problem. She strut over to him. 

"What?" She demanded. 

"It's okay to admit you are falling for me. I'm a catch." Joffrey assured. Davina laughed in his face. 

"You are hilarious." Davina decided. 

"You like your new chambers?"

"Sure." She confirmed. "We already went over this, are you dull?" Davina asked. "Short term memory loss?" 

"I can't tell what you remember what that old lady hair." Joffrey countered davina touched her silver hair with a gasp. 

"Monster." Davina rasped. 

"Can have you getting attached." Joffrey drawled. "Dont need my future wife obsessed with me." 

"As hard as this might be to believe im having no trouble fighting those feelings you little weirdo." Davina corrected marching off. 

Davina watched, she didnt have a staring problem she was watching now. Joffrey wasnt bad with a sword but he had too much pomp and circumstance for her liking, he liked to make a show of it. He was trained by the best swords in the realms of course he knew what he was doing but his ego got in the way of his performance. 

"Come down here Davina, I will show you how its done." JOffery called out. Cersei tensed. 

"Shes going to murder him" Tyrion said fondly. 

"You putting a blade in my hand?" Davina questioned getting closer and pushing past the guards. 

"Something like that, you have to get the dagger before you wield it." Joffrey decided spinning it around, Davina assessed him. 

"Remember, you want to get the dagger from me." he knocked her over and Tyrion's jaw dropped  as she landed on her back with a thud. She was furious that much was clear. 

"Yeah, hes a dead man." Tyrion decided. "I thought you told him not to hit women? Or did you fail at that too?"

"Shut up." Cersei hissed. 

"I want you to get off me. So I can stab you with it." Davina corrected getting joffrey on his back and bringing the blade to his neck. It would be too easy but then she would be executed as well. Joffrey didn't breathe. 

"You should know that I'm not a fragile, delicate little thing." Davina warned. "I was trained by the best of the best before your pansy knights came. You caught me off guard I will give you that." Davina assured digging the blade in slowly, she saw the trickle of blood. "But know that when I kill you, it wont be this easy.  For you. I will end you. You will see me coming and you will lose, you will know what I'm capable of and you try and protect yourself but you will still lose Sweetheart." Davina warned. "because my reign is inevitable." 

Davina got up and spun the blade around before holstering it. She offered him a hand up but quickly pulled back letting him fall back on his ass. 

"Do we understand each other? If you wanted innocent and naive... weak and vulnerable," Davina smirked. "You should have stuck with Stark. She was breakable, I'm not. I have survived the capital long before you were ever an idea." Joffrey pulled himself up glaring back at her. 

"You little-"

"Dont like when women bite back?" Davina chuckled. "Get used to it."