❝ You and I against the world, my love. Let us bring it to it's knees. ❞
Even the gods were not able to defeat Lyra Stark and Joffrey Baratheon, for once they put their minds to a cause, the gods were forced to step aside and let them past.
QUEENS...
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{ Joffrey }
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𝕵offrey led Lyra through the walled gardens, which were alive with all sorts of insects, who flitted from flower to flower. Over their heads, seabirds called for the ocean and the tides, mixing with the songbirds of the keep. Elia pranced around ahead of them, pouncing in the grass as she grew used to her larger paws and size. They reached the pavilion, which had steadily become their more private meeting space when they did not want a chaperone overhearing them.
The young king released Lyra's hand, pulling the chair out for her to sit at, before slumping down in the one opposite to watch the ships pass by in the harbour. Lyra's hand reached over the table, slipping into his own as Joffrey glanced towards her from the corner of his eyes, admiring the way she relaxed.
"How are you feeling?" Lyra questioned, watching him carefully as Joffrey rolled his shoulders back.
"Better. Slept well." Lyra hummed at the answer, still looking a little disbelieving, though Joffrey sought to quickly soothe her worry. "That is the truth."
"I believe you," Joffrey smiled, as Lyra squeezed his hand gently. "Even your cold winds are stiflingly warm."
He hummed, as they fell back into a comfortable silence once more, before footsteps caused Joffrey to tense up and spring to his feet. His hand reached towards his sword, before Tylar Cassel appeared, looking out of breath.
"My Lady," He caught sight of Joffrey and bowed, before turning back to Lyra. "Your sister was called to the throne room by the Queen Regent."
Lyra was on her feet instantaneously, her smile dropping as a glare grew on her face.
"How long ago did this happen?"
"Fifteen minutes," Tylar began. Lyra shot Joffrey an apologetic look, whistling for her wolf as Joffrey motioned for Tylar to continue explaining. "I was out of the chambers momentarily, because someone else needed my assistance, when I came back I thought she was still in her room. It was only now, when Arah told me that Sansa was in court due to a request by the Queen Regent, that I grew worried and came for you. They would not let me into the hall."
Joffrey pulled Lyra to a stop before she could storm from the garden, rage plastered across her features.
"My Lady, let me handle it." He shot her a look, as Lyra huffed and glared at the ground. "My mother can do nothing to me, but she can to you."
