"Joffrey, I can't," Santa said, staring into the king's eyes. They made him think of distant seas, of the sky in the summer... of a forbidden shore. "I have Mrs. Claus, and you have Margaery."
"I'm the king. I can do whatever I like. If Mrs. Claus or my wife tries to interfere, I can have them locked up, executed... we don't have to hide it anymore." Joffrey said, in a rare moment of tenderness.
"Oh Joffrey...." Santa sighed, as he leaned in for one last forbidden kiss....
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"Joffrey!" Margaery cried out as she stumbled upon the scene. The two's lips separated and Joffrey sprang off of Santa's lap.
"M-Margaery--"
"How could you? How could you do this to me? How could you do this to the baby?" Margaery almost sobbed.
"Th-the baby?" Joffrey's blood froze in his veins.
"The baby...." Margaery murmured. Tears began to fall; she had never thought Joffrey, her own husband, would betray her like this, and with Santa, of all people? With her own sworn enemy?
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A/N: This is just something a friend and I wrote for fun, because she is obsessed with Joffrey (a.k.a. Jack Gleeson) cx I love her lmao.
