The Fallen - Joffrey Baratheon

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  “the Knight of Flowers.”
Sansa smiled, looking at Loras with admiration. Loras flashed a grin to the cheering crowd of people, stopping infront of Sansa to give her the red rose in his hand,
  “thank you Ser Loras.”
Sansa spoke, a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks. Sansa was to busy looking at the beautiful flower to notice Loras's eyes had been on Renly Baratheon, the kings youngest brother who sat not to far behind the blushing redhead.
  “don't let Ser Gregor hurt him!”
Sansa exclaimed worriedly, grabbing her father's arm as soon as Loras was out of earshot. Eddard looked at his daughters distressed face, patting her arm lightly
“hey-”
“I can't watch.”
Sansa mumbled shaking her head, knowing that Ser Gregor would surely demolish the handsome knight.
  Briar knew different, her brother was strong and a renowned tournament knight, if he couldn't take down witless brute like Ser Gregor Clegane he would have been long dead by now.
  Loras pulled his intercatly wound  helmet over his tousled dirty blonde hair, the cheering crowd raising his already confident demeanor.
He looked over to Renly, a smirk twitching it's way on to his lips.
  “He's going to die.”
Sansa whispered to her father,
  “Ser Loras rides well.”
Eddard spoke calmly comforting his worried daughter.
A squire handed Ser Loras his joisting stick as Ser Gregors horse aggressively scratched his hoves through the mud. With the sound of a trumpet the two brave nights were off. Ser Loras knocking Set Gregor off of his horse with the first hit causing his to go crashing down and break  the barrier between the two.
  Renly jumped to his feet, loudly laughing at See Gregors defeat and  cheering for his lover,
“Such a shame Littlefinger, it would have been so nice for you to have a friend.”
He mocked, reminding Lord Baelish that he now owes him 100 gold dragons.
“And tell me Lord Renly, when will you be having you friend?”
He asked gesturing to the Knight of Flowers. Lord Renly sat down.
   Littlefinger poked his head inbetween Sansa and Lord Stark, whispering
  “Ser Loras knew his mare was in heat, quite crafty really.”
Briar scowled at the back of Petyrs head.
  “Ser Loras would never do that, theres no honour in tricks.”
Sansa stated, defending Briar's brother.
  “No honour, but quite a bit of gold.”
  “My brother doesn't need tricks to win, he was just better then Ser Gregor.”
Briar argued calmly,
  “you'd say that wouldn't you?”
Petyr spoke turning to look at the girl directly behind him. Briar was about to respond when Ser Gregor grabbed a sword from his squire, chopping the head clean off of his black stallion causing blood to spray everywhere, the crowed gasped and a small scream left Briar's lips as her body visably tensed. This wouldn't end well for Loras. Ser Gregor charged at Loras, knocking him off of his horse and into the mud, Loras weaponless, used his shield to cover his face and upper body scrambling backwards across the dirty floor. Briar stood up her face full of fear and panic, not having a clue of what she should do, or how she could stop this. When suddenly the hound, Ser Gregors brother, lept from the stands.
  “Leave him be!”
He yelled, clashing his sword with Gregors. Joffrey stood up a sick smile on his face, he was enjoying this, Briar felt utterly repulsed by Joffrey in that moment. Briar looked to the king, trying to find any indication that he would stop this. Instead he watched the two brothers fight for a few more moments before deciding that it was enough.
  “STOP THIS MADNESS IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING.”
he bellowed standing to his feet. The crowed fell silent and the two brothers stopped. The Hound kneeled  in the dirt before the king, The Mountain was much less honourable and angrily threw his bloody sword into the dirt, storming off.
The Hound stood as a frazzled Loras approached him,
  “I owe you my life Ser.”
  “I'm no Ser.”
The Hound's gravelly voice suddenly bringing comfort to Briar.
Ser Loras grabbed Sandors hand and raised their arms. The crowd stood, echoey cheers filling the air.
  As the crowd dispersed Briar ran to her brother.
  “are you hurt? Were you scared? Do you need me to get someone to kill Ser Gregor?”
Loras laughed as his little sister grabbed his cheeks, inspecting his face for any cuts or bruises.
  “I'm fine dear sister, I'm a knight remember? I can handle these things.”
Briar sighed, dropping from her tippy toes to her normal height.
  “I was just really worried okay?”
  “Okay.”
He laughed embracing his sister in a hug.
  “Please don't ever go to war.”
She mumbled into his armour.

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Briar sat in the amongst the sunflowers, they were her favourite, they were so sunny and happy and also so smart using heliotropism to face the sun and soak up as much of the sun's beautiful rays as possible.
When Joffrey Baratheon approached her.
   “ ‘twas a very exciting tourney was it not?”
He asked sitting beside the stiff girl.
  “Yes - exciting.”
She swallowed.
  “Your brother was quite cowardly, not fighting Ser Gregor back and letting my dog do his dirty work.”
  He stated, she could tell he was trying to get a reaction out of her, a tight lipped smiled stretched on to Briar's face.
  “I guess some would consider him cowardly, yes.”
That's not the answer Joffrey wanted.
  “You don't defend your brother?”
He asked, surprised.
  “Why would I disagree with someone as smart as yourself?”
  Joffrey couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not but it still brought a smile to his face.
  “Why did you travel all this way to see your brother in a stupid Tournament? Don't you watch him all the time in Highgarden?”
He asked
  “There were a few people I wanted to meet.”
She whispered, reaching up to play with the collar on his robes and biting her lip. Joffrey smirked, raising his eyebrows
  “Is that so?”
Men were so easy. Briar nodded eagerly,
  “Yes, you are spoken very highly of in Highgarden.”
Lie.
“Maybe I should visit sometime soon, to see just how much they love me there.”
  Joffrey licked his lips, moving closer to Briar. For the love of gods please don't visit Highgarden.
  “i would love that, my Prince.”
She practically purred in his ear. It looked as though Joffrey was about to kiss Briar as he leaned in closer, but before he could, Ser Jamie, his ‘uncle’ appeared.
  “Your father is requesting your presence Joff.”
Joffrey groaned clenching his fist. It looked as though he was about to through aa tantrum and knowing Joffrey that was entirely possible.
  “Fine, where is the idiot?”
Joffrey grumbled standing up,
  “In his chambers.”
Joffrey nodded, angrily taking off in the direction of his fathers chambers. Jamie nodded to Briar as he turned to leave. As soon as both Lannisters were out of sight Briar visibly relaxed.

A/N:
Yo just realized the actress I chose to play Briar plays Roslin Frey. Just pretend that isn't a thing..  plus Roslin Frey is in only like one scene where she married edmure so..m