"What if I told you" the woman said, almost so quietly that you didn't hear it "that I could make all your dreams come true?" You know she probably could. She has money. She has status. She almost holds the throne, except her son born of incest holds it heavily under her 'guidance'. "You know full well, a Lannister never forgets his debts." She smiles emptily at you as she hands you a goblet of wine. You take it carefully, knowing that spilling wine down Cersei Lannister is probably a good way to end up very dead. You haven't come all this way to end up dead. You haven't fought this hard and given up so much to end it all here. You have a goal, a prize you wish to win, and money in the amounts that a Lannister will pay will be extremely helpful.
"Thank you, my lady." You say carefully watching your tongue as you speak. 'Pronounce your words properly' you hear the elderly voice say in your ears, reminding you once again to pronounce properly.
"Speak, girl. What if I told you that I could make your dreams come true? What is there that you wouldn't do for that?" Cersei wanders to the window, looking out briefly before turning around to look at you. You look straight into her eyes, something you had always been taught not to do, but this was different.
"My lady, there is nothing I would not do to fulfil my dreams. What would you ask of me, my lady?" You smile at her. You have often been told your smile can disarm even the most hostile of situations, now is a good time for you to use a charming smile. In return Cersei smiles back at you.
"I admire your boldness, girl. I have a series of … Minor, tasks I would ask you to complete for me. Your life will be the price if you fail any of the tasks. You should bear in mind though, you have come too far now. Should you refuse you will not be leaving this castle with your head." The smile had dropped from her face as she ended her sentence. She was deadly serious, and you would be dead too if you weren't careful.
The door in front of you is heavy and broad. Cersei sent you down with two guards to make sure you weren't stopped on your way there. You had nodded to the guards down the hall and they had stopped and taken up post there, instructed to wait until your exit from the room to be delivered back to Cersei. You don't remember when you became cargo that had to be taken from place to place. You are more of a free spirit, roaming around as you please. You knock on the door, there is no time like the present.
"What?" A voice from within snaps at you.
"My King. I bring a message from your mother. She asked me to come see you." You try to be as confident as you can, which is easier said than done when this close to the King who'd behead you for anything he felt like.
"Well? What are you waiting for, the king to come open the door for you? Enter. And be quick about it. I am a busy king." His bratty voice carries through the door to you. It makes you shudder to think about how close you are getting to this mad and bratty boy, crazy with power. You open the door, bracing it against your shoulder to make it shift.
You expect Joffrey's chambers to be some kind of torture dungeon filled with nightmares. You are slightly disappointed to find it to be a normal looking chamber, lavishly decorated with the most expensive of items. Fabrics of the highest quality, the wood of his bed intricately carved, the bedding so soft you think it must be like heaven to sleep among them. You snap out of your daydream as soon as it begins, you haven't got time to be daydreaming about bed clothes.
"My king." You step towards him, arm outstretched holding a paper sealed with his mother's seal. "Your mother sends this to you. She says it is of great urgency to you my king."
"Ugh. Bring it over then." He holds his hand out to receive it, but quickly grabs your forearm instead of the paper. "Now, why would my mother send you to bring me messages, hmm?" His bratty face looms in front of you. You can practically see the crazy in his eyes.
"My king, she sent me because it contains important information. She feared a messenger or even herself could be intercepted. She said I would be inconspicuous and able to traverse the castle with ease. I am only here to deliver this message to you." You twitch the paper slightly, staring back into his crazy eyes. He suddenly smiles, it is unexpected of Joffrey to smile at you. He releases your arm, taking the paper from you.
"This had best been important, mother. I'm very busy." He mutters to himself. You notice that beside his feet is his crossbow that you assume he was tinkering with before you entered. "Your eyes fall to wandering around the room again, interrupted by the Kings whiney voice. "Girl. I assume you have the ability to pour me a goblet of wine." You nod in response, not moving. "Well go pour me a goblet of wine girl!" He demands. You nod silently and walk over to a small table with the wine and a goblet on top of it. He is so engrossed with reading the note from his mother that he doesn't notice you pouring the small vial of bright blue liquid into the jug before you pick up his goblet and pour him a goblet of wine. You return to his side and hand him the goblet once again careful not to spill any down anyone.
You wait for a long time as he reads, obviously not the fastest of readers. Eventually he finished and drains his goblet. "Another." He demands, handing it back to you. Once again you cross the room and pour him another goblet of wine. He takes it from you. "I will send a reply to my mother later." He throws the paper at his desk and picks up his crossbow. He nods to the door. "Now leave." You nod curtly.
"Yes, my king." You shudder as you leave the room. You are on the way now.