The Bastard King was tired of waiting for his mother, his sister, betrothed, soon to be grandmother-in-law, and ex betrothed all with him. Where was Uncle Jaime? The King could smell him. They had to leave behind so much after all, and Joffrey would not be seen as such a commoner. What was one more thing taken by his family that was the Dracaraes? His bright eyes set on Drekistone with hopes all of his followers and prisoner in tow. Sansa was no longer his bride to be, but would remain in his families custody considering her fathers treasonous acts.
The very thought of those rumors, that he be a bastard and the product of incest made him cold. Angry even. He had no remorse when he commanded her father to be slain. If that got out, his name could be ruined by small minded folks who had no idea who he truly was. Sansa was only tossed aside when his beautiful rose came to his throne, begging to have the honor of his Queen. How could he resist? Her unsoiled titles, her beauty and grace. She was far more fit than the girl his father pledged him to.
As he waltzed gracefully, his face smug, the earth he stepped on became stone. Drekistone. It was cold here, but that was to be expected from the mountains. As the Bastard Lion pushed forward, he found a suitable place to call forth any companions of the Lannisters - A rocky throne by the falls that plummeted deep into more rocks. A grin on his face as he rose his crown to call out. "I am Joffrey, of Lannister blood, come to claim the throne of Drekistone! Come forth friends of the lions blood!"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Bring me his head!"
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