❝ 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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𝕯rumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, Joffrey waited for the remainder of the Small Council to enter the room. He was tired and sore, after riding and hunting for the better part of two days, and he wanted to have a hot bath. Unfortunately, as soon as he had returned, he had been dragged into this Small Council meeting.
His grandfather was standing at the head of the table. Everyone drew to congregate around him, as Joffrey watched on. His grandfather knew how to command his presence in a room, and it was intriguing to watch the advisors try to vie for his favour. Tyrion was last to arrive, settling in a chair as a tense silence fell across the table.
"Intimate. Lovely table. Better chairs than the old Small Council chamber," Tyrion pretended to inspect the room carefully, as Joffrey raised an amused eyebrow. Most did not dare to speak like so when Tywin Lannister was present, but Tyrion never failed to do so. "Conveniently close to your own quarters. I like it."
"What news of Jamie?" There was a pause for a second as no one spoke, and Joffrey took some joy in watching Littlefinger and Varys squirm under his grandfather's glare. "Twenty thousand unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion of where he is?"
"We are trying, My Lord," Varys began, glancing between Tywin and Joffrey. The young king was becoming more of a presence in the Small Council meetings, and Varys was intrigued to see what would happen when Tywin began to challenge him.
"What do we have, then?" Joffrey rubbed his forehead, fighting a yawn. He was exhausted from the hunt, and the heat of the room was making it easier to drift off, though he fought it tooth and nail.
"Robb Stark, his wife and some of his bannermen are in Riverrun for the funeral of his grandfather Lord Hoster Tully," Varys read off of his notes in front of him, as Joffrey scribbled it down onto a piece of paper. Lyra would want to know how her brother was when they talked later. "In Stark's absence, Anceron Bare, from the Bare household to the North, and Roose Bolton, hold Harrenhal."
Anceron Bare was one of Robb's wife's older brothers. From what Joffrey knew of the family, though that was very little, the Bare family controlled a large cavalry that was famed for it's war horses. Most tried to buy their horses from Bare lineages, but they were notoriously picky about who they would sell to. Anceron Bare was said to be one of the best young commanders in Robb Stark's army, so for him to hold Harrenhal with the majority of the bannerman was truly interesting.
