❝ 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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{ Lyra }
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"𝕴 am dreading this meal tonight," Lyra whined quietly, rubbing her forehead. Joffrey hummed in agreement, looking up from his parchment to offer her a sympathetic look.
"Your sister and my siblings will be there." He offered as if it were some form of consolation.
"As well as your mother," Lyra shook her head, before looking back up at the blond king. "I think she might try and poison me."
"She would not dare," Joffrey replied, unsure as to whether Lyra was joking or if this was a serious concern. He knew that his mother wanted him to be free of his engagement to Lyra, but he thought she would be foolish to kill his betrothed.
"Will you be coming to the meal?" Joffrey's eyebrows furrowed, before he hummed.
"I am not sure. I have a meeting to attend." He began, before tilting his head as he tried to calculate the timings. "If it does not overrun then I should be able to get there for the start of the meal."
"You are truly wonderful." Tension seemed to leave Lyra's body, as she squeezed his arm and grinned up at him. He shot her her a half-smile. "What is your meeting about then?"
"Money," Joffrey rolled his eyes, as Lyra stifled a giggle. She knew that the king hated dealing with the financial aspect of ruling, but unfortunately it was the largest part of his decisions. "We are ridiculously in debt, because of my father, and I have to choose where to spend our remaining funds as well as finding alternative sources of income."
"That sounds riveting," Lyra smiled, before they reached the Stark atrium entrance. "I will see you later?"
Joffrey nodded, before turning and storming back off towards the Small Council chambers. Lyra watched him go, before entering the atrium and opening her own chamber door to look at her lady in waiting. Arah raised a confused eyebrow.
"I am dining with the Queen Regent tonight," Lyra began, trying to maintain a façade of nonchalance at the idea, but one look at Arah's barely hidden smile told her that her displeasure was clear all over her face. "I will need a suitable dress."
"Of course, my Lady," Arah smiled once more, before calling for a bath to be run. "I think there is a blue one of yours that is perfect for this occasion, and you have not worn it yet. It will match your sister's."
