I dunno if anyone will even read this seeing as nobody seems to like Joffrey or Cersei but I've wanted to write something about them for ages and the last episode finally gave me something to base it on. So yeah, spoliers ahead if you haven't seen season 4 episode 2 yet.

She could remember the day he was born like it was only yesterday. His soft blue eyes bursting with the light and joy were fixated on her as she held him close in her arms. The little tufts of Lannister blonde hair sprouted from his tiny head, marking his true parentage. Everything about him had been so perfect and so innocent. As Cersei held her son in her arms now, she wondered where it had all gone wrong.

Had it been the way Robert Baratheon, his alleged father, had always favoured the younger siblings over him? The way he had little interest in forming that crucial bond between father and son. The way he'd never cared about his role in the boy's life, only his whores that he loved so much more than his own heir. The King had known Joffrey was destined for a life if madness and idiocy, but had never sought to help the boy along the way, to try and keep him within reach.

Or maybe it had been because of his real father. Jamie was frequently absent while the bit had been growing. And without a guiding father figure, a role model, who was going to shape the future King? Jamie had quite a reputation among the people of Westeros. Whether he was called a hero of the war or a king-slayer, the tales were fed back to the young prince throughout his childhood, laying the broken foundations of who he would become.

But then Cersei considered her role in moulding her son who lay before her now. As an infant he'd unknowingly saved her from madness, from giving up all hope. He'd been a rock for her at such a young age. Was she ever the same to him? Could he turn to his own mother in times of need for sanctuary and counsel? No. It struck her like a burning sword through the chest. She could have raised that boy to be a man, not the monster he'll be remembered as. She could have saved him making all those crippling mistakes. And this was how it all ended. Too late to make the clocks reverse. The Joffrey she'd known and loved was gone, and only his broken shell remained.

Her son. Her firstborn. Her precious child had thrown away his life and lay lifeless in her arms. His skin no longer retained it's pale but youthful colour. His eyes were still wide open, but all the blue had been drained away along with joy he'd once had. His hair was messy and askew, matted to his forehead by the panic created from his predicament.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Cersei would have been delighted to have let him marry Margarey and continue his reign on the Iron throne had she realised this was the alternative.

Had she really done the same to Catelyn Stark? Forced to watch Robb die at a wedding after things were finally starting to look better for them. Maybe Cersei deserved it. But he didn't. Not her broken beyond repair son.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end.

Did I do it justice? I know most people will be glad he's dead but for some reason I like those twisted Lannisters. Love it or hate it, let me know!