Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 1

<Three weeks later, Morning, The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

The roars of men were heard as the sun rose over the Red Keep, the seat of King Joffrey's rule... and the Hound marked the morning sun with a fierce battle against another knight. 

The Hound effortlessly dodged the swings of the other knight before knocking his shield aside... and delivering the killing blow.

The fallen knight fell off the edge of the bridge that the battle took place, landing on the ground below as the people attending the occasion cheered for the Hound's victory.

Standing underneath a red tent with well adorned robes and his crown on his head, King Joffrey Baratheon spoke, "Well struck. Well struck, dog." Joffrey praised his sworn shield insultingly.

The Hound took off his dogshead helm as Joffrey turned to Sansa and asked, "Did you like that?"

"It was well struck, Your Grace." The captive Stark of Winterfell repeated meekly. 

"I already said it was well struck." Joffrey's tone got the attention of the ever-sadistic Ser Meryn Trant as Sansa spoke, "Yes, Your Grace."

Joffrey regarded his betrothed as one would do a broken toy, whilst Sansa knew as long as she didn't antagonize him, she'd be spared for however long the gods would allow.

Down below, the body of the fallen knight was dragged away by two red-cloaked servants, his body leaving his lifeblood in a messy trail that a servant came to clean up with a bucket of water and a brush.

"Who's next?" Joffrey called as he stood before the royal tent, his kingsguard standing on all sides as both Myrcella and Tommen were also present fancies alongside Sansa.

"Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish." The herald called as one knight came forth amongst the clapping of the crowd. 

"Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard." The herald called as the freerider with a warhammer bowed to Joffrey... however there was one problem.

"Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard!" The herald called once more as the man failed to show, although he did eventually show up.

"Here I am. Here I am." The somewhat fat knight said as he rushed down from the staircase, beside the King's own tent... before he dropped his helmet and bent to retrieve it, his armor not even properly affixed as he wore his helm... on the wrong way. 

"Sorry, Your Grace. My deepest apologies." The man apologized as he placed his helmet properly on his head.

"Are you drunk?" Joffrey asked. 

"No. No. No, Your Grace. I had two cups of wine." The man said in an attempt to save face before the nobility of the court.

"Two cups?" Joffrey asked as the man nodded. 

"That's not much at all. Please, have another cup." Joffrey offered.

"Are you sure, Your Grace?" Ser Dontos asked, not wanting to take advantage of the King's generosity. 

How quickly was he to learn that it was anything but that.

"Yes. To celebrate my nameday. Have two. Have as much as you like." Sansa turned her head slightly to Joffrey as he spoke with a smile, knowing that something horrible was to follow.

Ser Dontos nodded his head somewhat eagerly as he accepted the King's offer... only, it wasn't a reward he was being given. 

"I would be honored, Your Grace." Ser Dontos replied with a bow.