How To Kill a Flower

Chapter 18

I was walking the gardens with Varys. Going over our plans go get Sansa out of the capitol.

"If she were to wed Loras-" Varys started.

"-Loras Tyrell? Are you joking with me Varys." I looked at him with annoyed eyes, "If it were to come out that Loras preferred men over woman, my sister would be the laughing stock of the world."

"But she would be safe from the Lannisters, isn't that what you want," I didn't answer him. "Besides, the Tyrells have done a good job of hiding his preferences this long."

"I don't like it, but it is better than marrying Joffrey."

"And better than Littlefinger." I looked at him confused, "Think about it Cirilla, what did Joffrey award him," he asked rhetorically before continuing, "Land and a title. What is he missing?"

"An army to command. He is betting on Robb dying," I looked at Varys, my brows furrowed with anger. "Do it. Betroth her to Loras. Get her away from Littlefinger."

Varys nodded, "I will speak the Queen of Thorns at once," he walked away. Leaving me in the gardens alone.

I spent hours just enjoying the fresh air near the waters. Just as i was going to leave, i heard footsteps from my right. Looking over i see Joffrey and his guards.

I groaned knowing i couldn't run away without him seeing me. I could only hop that if i stayed still long enough that he wouldn't see me.

"Ahh Cirilla." Damn it all. 

"Your Grace," i stood and curtsied.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked, offering his arm to me.

"I was just enjoying the gardens, they're quite lovely right now."

"Yes i agree." He smiled at me slightly, "You know, I've been very conflicted as of late."

"And why is that?" I feigned curiosity.

"Now that i am betrothed to Margaery, i still find myself thinking of your beauty." I look down, pretending to blush but really i was hiding my grimace.

"That is quite a dilemma you have. I can only imagine being attracted to two woman at once."

"Yes, but i do believe that i was always meant to marry Margaery, but you seem to plague my thoughts. While she is a beautiful woman, you are as fierce as i am." 

Ugh, can he not compare us together. I am nothing like him

"I am sorry my King, is there anything i can do to help your thoughts stay loyal."

"I do not think so, but i will not be like my drunken father. Whoring myself away and embarrassing my name." Joffrey spat in disgust.

"Forgive me my King, but if you do not with to be disloyal to your future Queen, then i do not know what you want from me."

"There is only one thing i can think of that would make me stop seeing your beautiful face every night," He nods to his guards, who then come forward grabbing my arms. 

I struggled, "Your Grace, what-" I didn't finish before he had whipped out a fancy dagger and slashed across my cheek from the outer corner of my eye to the corner of my lip, missing them by a centimeter and continuing down my chin. 

"Scars are ugly, my lady. No matter how beautiful the person wearing them is."

The guards released my arms and Joffrey walked away, leaving me to look at the blood on my hand is shock. 

I ripped a piece of my dress off, holding it to the cut. It was just gushing blood. Running up to my chambers while people stared at me. I could feel my face becoming pale from blood loss, he had cut me deep.