Joffrey watched on with mild interest as the greasy Bard sat on his floor in King's Landing and strummed out a song that was, "dedicated," to him. As the Bard finished his song, he looked on with barely contained horror as the new King leaned forward, resting his elbow on the arm of the iron throne, waiting to hear what the King would say before a slow, deliberate clapp started from the back of the royal court. King Joffrey snapped his head as the hooded figure from near the doors slowly made his way to the front of the crowd that looked on in either respect, horror, or shock. As the man walked, a pair of dull tan armored boots flashed from beneath the front of the black robe that kept all but his armored gauntlets, made from the same medal as the boots, made their rhythmic movements to and fro.
"What is the meaning of this!" The king shouted angrily as he stood up from his throne, his mother, Cersei, watched on with her usual squinting scowl. The man offered the Bard a had that the greasy man took before before looking between the two and running towards the doors at the back of the grand chamber. The hooded man slowly removed his hood in a fluid motion, his short, black hair swept back with the hood before lying flatly against his almost orange head. The mans intelligent green eyes looked on at the angry teen without any form of fear in them.
"I was just showing my appreciation of the song, my Lord." He says, sarcasm dripping from his words as he bows and makes it look like an insult to the throne, smiling all the while. The King looks towards his guards who are already moving to apprehend the criminal, but before they get close enough to touch him, they all freeze, clutching their throats and coughing. The strangers smile grows wider as their lips begin to turn blue and their faces purple before, one by one, they all collapse in a semi circle around the sorcerer. Everyone is to shocked or scared to make a sound or movement, all except the stranger.
"You think you know power, justice, and authority. You know nothing, Joffrey Lannister. What you will know is fear, misery, and most importantly, hopelessness." The mans scar was fiercely swollen against his otherwise perfect skin, the offending scar stretched from his right eyebrow towards his corresponding collarbone, hidden beneath more of the dull, tan armor. Joffrey had recovered well enough to stutter out one word.
"W-W-Who?" he said in a painfully fear ladened and quiet voice. The man doesn't speak a sound as lightning lashes out from his hands and attacks his mother. Joffrey hears her scream in agony as he skin is charred and burned away from her flesh. He hears a bizarre whir noise and wheels around to see a sword made of pure red light cut through his advisors as though they were no more than paper.
Most of them can't even shout out in fear or pain before their lives are ended.
The next to go, are his brother and sister, then his personal guards before it is just Joffrey and the stranger looking at each other, one in pure fear and the other with glowing yellow eyes. Joffrey feels something warm running down his leg and looks down to see that he had soiled himself. When he looks up again, the man is stood in front of the blond teen before lifting him up with one hand, the man leans in and whispers three words into his ear.
"For Eddard Stark." Are the last words the teen hears as a searing hot pain envelopes his stomach and looks down in horror as his sword of light slowly burns a hole in him. He can smell his flesh cooking and see ashes fall from the hole the weapon had created before his last breath leaves his lips.