Alright last chapter was a bit of a hit and a miss. To be honest the last chapter was the hardest one for me to write so far. I think I tried to channel Bronn instead of Edd since I made Edd sound less educated than he probably is. I just really had the idea set in my mind and wanted to post it since I scheduled it to be the first chapter. Not the best of executions really but I had in mind that Cersei is a depressing drunk and thought hey who better than Dolorous Edd to share in the misery. Now this one… this chapter was really fun to write so without further adieu I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did. Don't expect me to post the next chapters so soon because I may have a few written out on paper but I'm very much a slow typer.

Note: Robert is dead, Drogo is alive and well. Dany is unimportant in this chapter whatever you think she's doing is up to you. Sorry Dany fans I found her character to be a bit obtrusive to the setup of this chapter. This chapter is also the reason why I rated this fanfic T. Oh and I'm not very good with moderating my profanity at times. But hey, at least I try.

2. Joffrey and Khal Drogo (featuring Jorah and the Hound)

In Essos the King of Westeros, under the orders of his council, has come to make amends and gain allies to aid in easing the financial crisis caused by the erratic financial spending of the Late King Robert the Third. To show the good will of Westeros the king has invited a multitude of possible allies to his cause specifically the great Khal Drogo.

"Hound, look at his ridiculous hair. Braided like a maiden." the young blonde king sneered as he assessed the Khal.

"The Dothraki do not cut their hair unless they've lost in battle. My king, I do not find it wise to anger Khal Drogo. The Dothraki may be a nomadic people but they are a necessity to our cause." Ser Jorah reprimanded.

"I am the king! What could that braided savage possibly do to me in his position. If he were to threaten me, I'll have the hound deliver me his head." Joffrey replied annoyed with his translator's answers. But nevertheless quick to put him in his place.

Sandor just rolled his eyes in irritation. Keeping his mouth shut that he has no jurisdiction in Essos.

"Mormont, ask the man to fight for me. It'd be amusing to see how these savages handle themselves against my men." The king commanded with his smug smile plastering his regal face.

"As you wish your grace." Jorah replies.

(In Dothraki)
"The King wishes to see you in battle Great Khal." Jorah translates.

"Tell the small foreigner if he has any worth as the warrior king he claims himself as, he is to prove himself in battle. My men find the lack of bloodshed in this affair dull." Khal Drogo responds, "Let us see the best he has to offer before he witnesses how a true warrior combats."

Turning to his liege lord Jorah responds, " Drogo insists if you truly wish to see a battle you must first partake in one. For it is their custom that the highest of rank to battle first."

Irritated Joffrey replies "That's absurd! I am the king and I say who battles first! Hound-"

"Your grace, that may be but they are your guests, it would be unwise to offend the opening battle custom. It would make you look weak in their eyes." -Jorah interrupts.

"Oh, I see. Ser Mormont, I wouldn't want to offend our guests now would I. Tell me what rules do these battles have?" Joffrey responds both slightly humbled and intrigued at the prospects.

"Your grace, you are welcome to any martial weapon or armor of your choosing but the battles are only between the combatants and any interference is frowned upon."

"Right. Hound, Prepare my armor and see to it my blade is sharpened." Ordered the king.

The Hound grunts with acknowledgement "As you wish, your grace."

"Tell me Ser Mormont, who has the honor of fighting me?"

"Well Khal Drogo would be the best option."

"Yes… Drogo. Must I fight him?" Joffrey replies failing to hold back the hint of fear in his eyes.

"Why your Grace, what better way to show your strength than to beat the Khal in a friendly spar? The Dothraki only respect strength and as King, defeating the Khal would put their loyalty in your hands." Jorah courteously replies.

Sandor returns with Joffrey's equipment preparing the boy king's armor with slight discontent.

(In Dothraki)
"Khal Drogo! King Joffrey has challenged you to battle." Jorah translates.

"The boy knows not who he is dealing with but I will accept. If he dies it is from his foolishness." Drogo replies.

Both Joffrey and Drogo enter to the circle. Drogo weaponless and unarmed while Joffrey with his sword Hearteater and adorned from head to toe with the finest of armor Westeros has to offer.

Sandor "I've never heard of an opening fight custom among the Dothraki. What are you scheming Mormont?"

"Well Clegane I believe its best to watch support our King wouldn't you say?"

Sandor knew the suspicious look on Jorah's face meant something horrible might happen to Joffrey. But really, why would he care the little cunt might learn a thing or two.

The pair circle each other, Joffrey gripping his sword with the sheer force of a timid shrew lunges forward with his sword but is easily avoided by Drogo's quick footedness. Drogo smiles arrogantly as he easily dodges each of Joffrey's desperate swings. Drogo soon grows bored with the ridiculous dance and bypasses the boy's sword lifting him from his sword arm to dangle him in the air.

(In Dothraki)
"Submit child, I'm bored of this foolish dance." Drogo states in a bored tone.

"Let me go! I will have you killed you infernal savage!" Joffrey yells, none too pleased with his growing powerlessness.

Annoyed at the nearly weeping boy king and his seemingly ludicrous taunts, Drogo with his other arm grabs the boy from his legs and snaps his spine with his knee. Scowling at the now possibly crippled boy Drogo shoves his fist into the boys torso and manages to dent a hole within the boys steel armor. The force of Drogo's fist manages to rupture some of the boy king's organs causing the boy to spit out blood. Mercifully, Drogo tears the boys head off to stop him from embarrassingly dying by choking on his own blood.

"This king was worthless, find a better one." Drogo states in the common tongue before wiping his face of some splattered blood and leaving the scene.

The crowd held a mix of speechless (the Westerosi) and cheering (the Dothraki) spectators. Now the Westerosi men found themselves in a difficult situation to explain to Queen Cersei the demise of King Joffrey a detail which (apart from her) no one seemed too bothered with.

"What did I just witness Mormont?" Sandor asked eyes wide with complete surprise at the sudden turn of events.

"I believe that is what the Dothraki call… a Fatality."

Review if you want to, it's really up to you in the end. At some point I'll accept request since I only have 7 really planned/written out. Depends on my motivation to continue this really.

Next up: is Balon Greyjoy and Dany.