So.. Hi. This is the first time I've ever done a Game of thrones fan fic. I will give a warning now. Warning: Story includes, BoyxBoy, swearing, violence, mention of rape and abuse. If you don't like. Don't read. If you like this story, follow and favourite. Enjoy. P.S Ratings may turn up later.
Sometimes not every tale is told. Sometimes we are forgotten like shadows being lost to the night.
And sometimes.
We meet our fate in the most surprising of circumstances.
This was one of those chance meetings.
Slowly a cage was pushed onto the large balcony of the Red hall of King's Landing. Figures swarmed around it before they slowly began to open the barbed steel door which kept it shut. "Get up and get to work." They barked as a figure toppled out of it and onto the ground of the cold floor. They looked around slightly fearful of their new surroundings before they regained their composure.
The dry heat warmed through the opened window as the clouds had begun to part with the morning dawn. As figures rushed about on a balcony they began to draw a steaming bath for the man who they served. The wind began to rustle the petals which floated over the waters as the sweet scent filled the air hypnotically. "We must hurry. Come on James." The women whispered as out the shadows a boy of sixteen years fell onto his knees. His shackles were tight around his wrists. He wore only shorts which exposed his lean body which was covered in sharp scars over his torso. His skin was a caramel bronze and pleasing to the eye that beheld it. People were slightly confused by his hair; for such a young boy to have a drastic pale silver hair which cascaded onto his shoulders.
It certainly wasn't common among the people who worked here.
James look around as he carried jewelled jar after jar full of hot water to fill the bath for his master. He legs ached from the tight shackles of the chains and from the exhaustion of having gotten no sleep.
It didn't help when one of the slave girls stuck her foot out and James came crashing to the ground. His eyes widened as he felt the sharp broken shards of pottery stab into his skin. "Watch where you step James" a voice sneered above him. From under the locks of pale hair his cold turquoise eyes glared up at the figure above him.
He stared up at the figure of another boy. He had close cut curly light brown hair. His eyes were dark brown and like most of the others in the room he was unshackled and wore some form of silk gown. "Well Adam." James whispered as his hand curled around a sharp piece of pottery. He could feel something deep inside of him growl. Like an tide of anger which yearned to roar out and explode in flames... Something that James craved to allow to happen.
Adam crouched down to his level and grabbed his chin roughly. "Now be a good dog and follow your orders. Why don't you-" He gasped as James stabbed the shard of pottery fast into his chest. James said nothing as he pushed the shard deeper into the boy's heart watching as a crimson torrent began to spew violently from his mouth.
All the while James' face remained impassive as he watched the boy try and rip his hand away but ended up only making it so that the shard went deeper into his chest. Blood spewed across the floor and onto the tiles as the sun began to shine brightly onto the dead corpse. James watched slowly as the light left Adam's eyes leaving the body an empty corpse. "What an amusing show." A voice sneered from the doorway as James turned in time to see a older boy lent against the framing.
His eyes ran over the golden hair which rested under a golden crown. The boy looked a year or two older than James but still the dark face was clear with amusement. "I always did love entertainment first thing in the morning." The boy walked in and James' eyes widened. Unlike the others he did not bow. He did not scrape his nose along the floor to this person he hardly knew... after all they had only met that morning.
When he had been bought from a cage.
Like a common dog.
The boy's eyes sparkled with a dark delight as James did not bow. "You would not kneel before your king?" He laughed as he walked around James. "I see my money did not buy all I had hoped for." He twirled his hand in the mess of silver hair and gripped it tightly as he turned the boy to face him. "Would you not bow?" He whispered. James watched the way his eyes sparkled.
Madness was clear in his eyes as the sun was in the sky. "I would not bow to anyone." James argued but was then shoved roughly up against the wall as the boy began to roam his fingers over his body.
"You will bow and you will learn respect." He said quietly before he turned back to the bath which had been drawn for him. "Now undress me."
"You cannot be serious!" James snarled as he rubbed his head where it had been hit. The women servants began to snicker slightly and giggle.
"You will leave us." The boy raised his hand and the servants bowed.
"Yes king Joffrey." They nodded and quickly left as they giggled quietly. "James is so in trouble."
"Damn bitches." James snarled and Joffrey nodded in agreement. "Quite a pain aren't they?" He looked at James with a silent surprise as though finally someone other than him had come to notice this. "Now get to work slave."
"If you want to be undressed why don't you go and get one of the damn girls to do it."
"You really should watch that pretty little tongue." James' eyes widened as Joffrey grabbed his cheeks roughly. "Or I may just cut it out." He whispered softly before pushing the boy to his feet as James slowly began to undo the latches on his leather boots. "I will never understand why I had to buy a new servant."
"Because a king never has enough people to kiss his ass." James muttered to himself as Joffrey sat he gentle pulled the boot away from the boy's foot.
"What was that?" Joffrey growled.
"Only that your royal self is so hard at work leading the people that he deserves a break and is so above the common duties of labour." James watched as Joffrey took in the comment like a make in the desert would drain all water in the Nile after going days without a drink.
"You're right" he nodded before letting a sly grin move over his face. "Now continue."
James glared as he began to unbutton the kings jacket and peel it away from his pale shoulders. "Tell me slave... where do you come from? How is it you found yourself to be in the market for my joy." The way he said joy gave James the idea that the boy was creeping towards saying something else. James remained quiet for a moment as he stood in front of his owner. His hands began to slowly undo the buttons of the shirt.
He couldn't help but pause as he stared at the strong toned, pale chest. "I said." The king once again grabbed his chin roughly and turned him to face him. "Tell me your tale boy." He whispered.
"As you wish... My king." James growled slightly. "I do not remember much of my life. I will not pretend to." He whispered as he began to untie the draw strings of Joffery's trousers before the king walked over and sunk himself into the water, not caring to stop himself from entering the scolding temperature and heat of the bath. "I remember as far back as three moons ago." James slowly walked over to grab a cloth. The whole time, the king's piercing eyes followed him cautiously. "I woke up in chains, tied to a chest in a dark room. There were screams. Cold dark screams which filled my ears... I would sometimes hear the sound of talking when there wasn't the sound of cold roars."
"Roars?" Joffery scoffed but then stopped as the slave turned and looked at him with barren cold eyes. They were completely without life. Without hope. Without any emotion but the darkness of complete shadows.
"Imagine the sound of a thousand armies at your gate. All bellowing their battle horns at once. Imagine the very sound reaching out to grasp you and drag you away." James slowly walked forward as a fire began burning deeply within him. He knelt next to the water as he dipped his cloth in to wash his master. "All the while your body is dividing itself. Your mind is crying out for you to run and hide away because such a sound could not mean any justice or safeguarding for you and yet your heart is screaming for you to escape. To run to the sound. It causes you nothing but agony to be away from it and yet you just still have no idea why."
"That's madness." Joffery scolded. He closed his eyes as water ran through his golden hair and stuck it flat to his brow. James' fingers delicately worked their way through the soft gold strands. This sounded absolutely ridiculous!
"Only because your mind tells you that." James grinned slightly. "I delivered myself from the trouble of listening to my mind and began to follow the trail of my heart... only after I delivered my self from my heart in the first place." Joffery looked to the boy's torso at the scar which stretched across it. "That was the darkest lesson I ever experienced. I had to learn first that it was my greatest tool... and without it, that was my greatest weakness." James whispered letting his lips brush his kings ear's before gently lapping the water against his neck.
"A heart is nothing but a fools tool."
"Only if he uses it as a shield." James felt something grab his wrist sharply then hit the water.
His face remained impassive. While Joffery's face was screwed up against the heat of the water. James' remained calm as no pain betrayed it... after all. How could something that didn't exist betray him?
He felt no pain against the heat which would scold any other boy.
He only felt the slight pain of Joffery's grip. "You speak so confidently boy. But you're just a slave."
"You're right. I'm just a slave." James nodded. "From as far as I can remember. When I wasn't working I was made to be a bitch to anyone who sought desperate company. But still." James grinned slightly as his hand roamed over the kings chest as he washed away the dirt. "I still live don't I? Little king-"
"You will not address me in such way! I am the king you can't-"
"Be silent." James' cold eyes bore into the boy making him fall as quiet as the dawn. Something in the deep of James voice turned from silk to sharp and painful. As though the mountain has roared fire and sulphur into a toxic air. "Earn my respect."
"I am king! That-" Joffery protested but James rolled his eyes.
"Does not mean that you deserve my respect."
"I could easily sway you to me." He grinned confidently. "I could take virtue and love you till you bow to me."
"To earn my love to would have to earn my virtue. Earning my love and earning my virtue are two different things indeed."
"Then I will take your love!" He bellowed in frustration but James' words were burning him like a deep furnace.
"But to get my love you would have to earn my heart." James grinned as slowly he rested his chest against Joffery's. "And my king. That you will never do. That is one thing that even your money and riches could never get."
"I could command you to-"
"You would never be able to truly command it. That would only be commanding their obedience."
"You're impossible!" Joffery looked into those cold eyes as both became still. "But still... you belong to me now." He paused looking at the long expanse of silver hair. "Hold still." He muttered as he drew a dagger from his belt which rested beside him. "You look a mess."
"Great first step to earning someone's heart... insult them." James snarled.
"You should count yourself lucky. A king should never dirty his hand with labour."
"Hey... what are you-"
The boy stopped as Joffery sliced through the long draping hair. They glinted as they fell into the water but Joffery carried on. Mimicking the movements of the person who would often cut his hair. All the while he watched every way the light glinted through the pale of the locks. Why had he even been acknowledging a slave like this boy?
And what had the boy meant when he said: "only after I delivered my self from my heart in the first place." This boy was complete nonsense! "You will serve me as my personal man servant." He said coldly and confidently as he finished cutting the length to resemble his slightly. "Understand?"
"Heh?" James frowned slightly. "If this is some kind of trick-"
"Would you rather explain why there is a boy servant dead in here?" Both turned their eyes to stare at the servant who's blood had spread out across the tiles. "I'm sure the guards would be interested."
"Fine... what are you doing?!" James glared as the Joffery turned him around and began to pour water over his freshly cut hair.
"If you are going to be my personal servant you will look the part." He demanded and began to wash the grime and dirt off James' face. He placed his hand on the boy's face when he was finished and examined it as an artist would. "I have a meeting with my mother. You will come with me." He looked James up and down before rising out the water. He didn't notice the flash of crimson against James' cheek as the boy averted his eyes from the king's body. "Your clothing will do for now..." He decided before pulling the boy out the water.
The sheer expanse of sunlight and heat in the room quickly dried them both of as James quickly began to dress Joffery. The king stopped before he was about to turn towards the doorway. "I will deal with the body... but this is your last chance. You may do with it as you wish. Give it a final message to carry the soul to the after life. My lips are sealed." He grinned then gave a curt nod to James who stared at him for a minute.
Now he was stood in the sunlight. His hair spiked and almost seemed to glow. "Go. Do it. Have your final minute of joy. He hurt you and now he's dead! You destroyed an enemy! Enjoy it!" His dark words seemed to run trough James like a drug.
Then his grin just grew more darker as James turned and slowly walked back over to the body and crouched before stabbing his hand into the chest and pulling the shard out. "You bastard. You deserve this!" Blood splattered over James' chest as the boy screamed and stabbed the shard over and over into Adam's body relentlessly. With each stab Joffery's eyes grew brighter with joy and dark lust. "Carry on." He whispered joyfully.
"You deserve worse than this!" James roared and slit the throat of the boy. All features were beginning to fade from reasonable recognition till the corpse was left indescribable. "KEEP GOING!" The king shouted excitability as James did the last slash from neck to waist.
He slumped next to the water soaked in blood.
For a while the only sound was of sobs which escaped James from doing this dark desecration to the corpse. Joffery came over and knelt by his servant as he picked up the cloth that had been used to clean him. He turned James' bronze face towards him as he began to wipe away the blood and tears which had hid that lush skin. "Don't shed a tear. Your heart wanted to kill him. You may not see it now but you wanted it. You did it. Now be still." He gently wiped away the blood as he washed the skin free of the corpses stain.
From every strike that Joffery had just witnessed. Something had burned inside of him. Some kind of attention that he had never afforded to give to anyone else he had met. Every strike had enticed him to go forward and grab the boy. Everything had draw him to reach out and touch him. "Now. We will go to a meeting with for my mother. Then you will return to my chambers. You will tell me more of your tale... okay?"
"Yes my king." James whispered as the boy lowered his gaze watching the blood mix with water.
Joffery grinned. He loved the way his servant called him His king.
Both stood but James stopped. "What troubles you?" Joffery watched as the boy's eyes seemed to almost darken as his aura became colder.
"He doesn't deserve the pyre."
In one quick move James grabbed the corpse and tossed it over the balcony as it smashed and splattered to the cliffs bellow. Becoming mashed to liquid which fell into the sea, leaving only while shards of remaining bones which hung to the cliff defiantly. "This is what my money got me." Joffery grinned and pulled the boy along as he left and headed toward the meeting.
Little did he know the shock which was about to rock the discovery of his servant.
So end of the first chapter. Next chapter will include learning more about James' past, Joffery's opinion and the two boys beginning to form a connection. It will also follow Daenerys travel. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.