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 is 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, an iron fist, or will you rule like the Mad King. Whichever options 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 to walk away back to your chambers. 

"Lord Stark is a dead man," Sandor said making you turn. You hesitated in your response as he looked down at you. He hardly ever spoke to you unless it was in brief passing, or his signature glare. 

"I know. I didn't try to convince him otherwise..."

"The Stark's will have all of our heads if they win in the end," he added. Your eyes narrowed at his words. 

"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. 

"Even so. With all the rumors about Joffrey being a bastard, you don't exactly help those accusations," Sandor's eyes wandered over your body. "Lord Tywin also has never been the fondest of you if you haven't forgotten. When he returns, depending on the outcome, I'll be interested to see how he handles you." 

"What are you implying? That Tywin is going to have me killed?" You chuckled at the words you'd just muttered. "Please. I don't think anything Tywin Lannister throws at me would kill me." 

"Not even the Mountain?" His tone grew dark as he took a step towards you. 

Your jaw clenched as you stood your ground, staring up at the scarred man in front of you. The intimidation wouldn't work. Not today that is. 

You scoffed, "I think I have a fair shot." 

"At being raped and getting your skull crushed... or maybe you've forgotten what he did to your aunt."