Screams and yells shook the crowds as all heads stared in shocked awe towards the royal podium. Armored guards rushed towards the stage in alarm.
Yet minutes later, the atmosphere quickly changed. Silence quickly devoured the stage, with the only sounds being a faint choking noise, and the wails of the Queen Regent. The fallen body upon the podium shook violently, its colour slowly whitening, with its hands tearing desperately at its own throat, crimson liquid leaking out of his neck. The intricate crown atop its head dropped to the floor, the noise echoing throughout the vicinity.
As it took its last breath, the crowd erupted violently, with the guards struggling to push back the attackers. However despite this, all those still on the stage stared at the fallen king, his lifeless body a horrifying sight. His eyes still locked in a gaze towards where his uncle had stood.
His Grace, Joffrey, the First of his Name, of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm was dead…..
'Long Live the King'