Joffrey hears the horns blowing for the kings arrival at winterfell. As the gates open he is one of the first men through the gate. He feels a cold wind against his skin as he surveys the courtyard. He sees several peasants, nobles, and of course the stark family.
His father would arrive shortly after him galloping in looking fat as ever. Joffrey hated him, always going on about how he needs to be more like a man. One day he knew he would be the one to kill him. He just has to wait for the right moment to take the crown that he deserves.
King Robert greeted the Starks one by one then went off to gods knows where with lord Stark. After watching them disappear into a hallway Joffrey makes his way over to his mother who arrived just before his father.
"Mother we must speak" Joffrey guides his mother over to a quiet spot. "what is it my sweet boy?" Cersei asks with genuine curiosity. Joffrey smirks then slowly whispers " Robert is going hunting soon I know we planned on this happening later but now is a perfect time." Cersei looks surprised at first then gives a smirk. " I agree my son, your father has simply overstayed his welcome as king" the two them talk more about the plan in private.
A few hours go by and Robert decides to go on a hunt with Lord stark and a couple other men including Ser Barriston. Before he leaves Joffrey makes sure to give him plenty of wine to make sure he's refreshed for the trip. They leave and Joffrey already knows how it will turn out.
A couple hours later and the hunting party returns with Robert and Lord Stark badly injured. Although he did not expect Lord Stark to have been injured but this could work out wonderfully for him. He rushes over to Ser Barriston and discovers that Lord Stark and Robert went off on their own. Sometime later the ran into a group of wolves. Robert insisted on going because he wanted it to be like the good old days with him and Lord Stark that's what Ser Barriston told me.
Robert was going to die, "finally its going to happen" Joffrey thought. Some time later Ser Barriston informed Joffrey of their injuries. Lord stark bad suffered from a broken back and would never be able to walk again after tripping down a giant hill as he was fighting the wolves, and Robert had major bites and slashes on his entire body. He was losing a lot of blood at a rapid rate. In the end Robert finished off the wolves and found his men. They went to get Lord Stark who had landed straight on a giant rock not being able to move.
Joffrey entered the room that Robert was being cared for. Joffrey looked at his fat body and saw deep cuts and bites all over his father. The bed was covered in blood, it smelled of death in the room. Robert signals his Joffrey over to him. Joffrey walks forward slowly, putting on a act of sadness to fool the old man. "Leave us" Robert says to the maester who had been treating his wounds. "I'm not gonna make it through this I think you know that" He coughs hard which causes him to breathe harder " I know you're young and one day you'll be a great king but Ned needs to guide so you can become a great king" Joffrey is shocked and insulted that his father thinks he needs someone to teach him but still remains like he's sad. Robert pulls out a paper then starts writing that Lord Eddard Stark shall become lord protector until Jeffrey comes of age. He finishes it then signs it "Give this to Lord Stark my son" He hands Joffrey the letter " I hope you grow up to become the great king I know that you could be" and with Robert slowly fades away as he gives one last smile.
Joffrey then quickly smirks as he holds up the paper and rips it over and over it until it's impossible to put together. Joffrey looks at his fathers lifeless body "Sorry father but I'm not waiting to be king". Joffrey rises from the bed then walks away from his father with a evil grin.
