3 weeks after…
It was wedding day for Joffrey Baratheon and his wife Margaery Tyrell, and Arya was a guest of honor for the historic event.
This meant Arya had to look better then usual to show off to the other Ladies and Lords, even if Arya didn't care for them.
Tywin had told her she had too.
It seems like Tywin had been planning a lot for her, like how she had not seen Joffrey for the entirety of her 3 weeks at the castle.
She knew it had to of been planned, and it was probably for the best if she was being honest, the last thing Tywin wanted was a fight between the two.
Especially since all three knew that she would win, this thought caused her to crack a smile in the mirror.
She didn't recognise who was in the mirror, but she didn't like her.
She had to get a bit of help with her makeup, but she was finally ready.
She got up to meet the two guards ready to escort her there, she analyzed the guards.
She spotted no X.
They escorted her through the halls, through the door, to the garden, and final into the venue.
She was sat next to her sister, who sat next to her husband Tyrion Lannister and she also sat next to her soon to be husband Tommen.
She hadn't got to talk to Tommen at all, and she had no clue about him at all and this mystery she decided to dig into.
"Are you excited for the day?" Arya asked.
Tommen looked toward her, shocked that anyone wanted to talk to him, "I'm sorry, what did you say?".
"I'm sorry, if I am interrupting you. I was just wondering if you were excited for the wedding?" Arya tried to mimic his speech pattern to appeal to him.
"It's lovely…" Tommen quickly told his opinion.
"Yes, but are you excited?" Arya tried to get his answer.
"I'm sure it will be fun, it's a wedding." Tommen kept dodging her question.
"How about this, after the event you can tell me how much fun you had." Arya really tried to break through to him, since he might be of good use later.
"Sure." Tommen gave her a smile.
Arya turned her attention away from Tommen.
Surprisingly the wedding was, well… fun!
She was lucky because Tywin let her skip the actually marriage of the two, even if she was forced to come to the after party.
Joffrey jerked up, "Everyone silence!"
Everyone watched their king, "Clear the floor!"
Every moved out of the way, "There's been to much amusement… A royal wedding is not an amusement.".
Arya was annoyed, 'Nothing can be fun when the bitch king was around.'.
Joffrey continued, "A royal wedding is history, the time has come for all of us to contemplate our history. My lords… my ladies… I give you… King Joffrey!".
A dwarf that was dressed like the king ran into the middle of the court.
Arya hated to admit it but she did find it funny, but she held her laughter in for the sake of the Dwarf who sat next to her sister.
"Renly, Stannis…" He continued.
She knew where this was going and her joy was replaced with anger.
"Robb Stark! Balon Greyjoy! The War of the Five Kings!" Joffrey finished.
Her anger reached new heights as she saw that her brother had the head of the wolf, which she had learned from Tywin was the fate of him and his dire wolf.
If everyone wasn't focusing on the event, they would of saw steam radiating from Arya.
Joffrey looked down the table at her, then Sansa, then Tyrion.
She could here her future husband laugh at the display, before he saw the displeasure of the 3 who sat next to him.
The small Joffrey said something to the crowd but she was so upset that it was almost unintelligible for her.
Sansa's face of blank, clearly unable to make any emotion with the current show.
Arya could tell that queen Margaery was not having any fun either, while the little shit Joffrey had a field day.
The dwarves were 'fighting' if that is what you would call it, they all just were spanking one another and playing like toddlers.
The Queen's brother stormed off from the table.
"I'm the King of the North!" the fake Stark shouted.
She was done trying to stay alive, she only wanted Joffrey dead.
Arya made a break for her silver knife in her sock, but she couldn't seem to pull it out.
She looked up to see Sansa holding her arm so she wouldn't do something she would regret.
Arya partly regretted telling Sansa about the knife during their meetings, but she partly was thankful.
She let the knife slip back into her sock, as she looked into her sister's eyes and calmed.
Her eyes flew across the the table trying to find anything that could take her mind off of the events, she saw Tyrion whispering something to a servant but she couldn't make out the words.
"I'm the King of the North!" she heard rattled off again, her hand was turning blue do to her non stop pushing of her nails into herself.
As the fake Stark fell, Arya looked to her sisters dead face.
If she didn't know any better she would of thought that Sansa was actually dead from pure malice toward the king.
The cheers are what hurt the most, all the smiles made it worse, and the happiness of Joffrey pained her more than anything ever has.
It was hard to calm down, especially with the small king humping the wolf mask.
She tuned back in to hear Joffrey praising the miniature version of him.
"Here you are. Champion's purse." A condescending look appeared on his face, Though you're not the champion yet, are you?".
Arya was confused at what he was getting at.
"A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are other challengers out there who still dare to challenge my reign?".
Arya felt as if he was talking of her.
"Uncle? How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume." he continued.
Arya looked at Tyrion, she honestly admired how he was able to handle all of this mocking.
"One taste of combat was enough for me, your grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of Battle. I speak as a first hand witness. Climb down from the table with your new valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful though. This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night." Tyrion smiled back.
Everyone was smiling at Tyrion cornering Joffrey with his army of words, even Joffrey's queen.
Joffrey seeing no other way to consolidate his power, he walked to the Tyrion and poured his wine over his head.
The smiles stopped, even prince Tommen seemed uncomfortable.
Tyrion took a drop of the wine onto his finger and tasted it, "A fine vintage, shame that it spilled."
"It did not spill." Joffrey showed off how defensive he had become.
With Margarey being a somewhat decent person called to Joffrey, "My love, come back to me! It's time for my father's toast."
It seemed all have calmed down as the actors dispersed.
"Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine?" Joffrey questioned.
As if he wanted his happiest day to be everyone else's most miserable he looked toward Arya, "You have experience as a cupbearer, right?"
Arya's eyes shot up to meet his, she kept her silence.
"Then consider this a promotion." he continued.
He tried to make it seem as an honor to keep away from his grandfather's scolding.
She looked toward Tywin, but she found no salvation as she saw him shaking his head to himself.
She took a sigh and swallowed her pride as she stood.
She walked to him and as soon as she saw a thought start to form in his mind she snatched the goblet.
Joffrey was caught off guard by this action but he quickly regained his footing, "I do not have all day.".
She walked to the table and proceeded to fill the cup up with wine, before returning back to her king.
"Kneel. Kneel before your king… Kne…" he stopped, Arya looked behind herself to see Tywin giving an angry stare to the king.
Joffrey took the cup, and he took a swig of the wine.
"Look, the pie!" Margarey stood up.
The crowd erupted.
The king shoof off the previous encounter, and approached his wife.
"My queen." he addressed her, as she took his cup and he drew his sword.
The brat king used his sword to split the pie, release white doves into the sky.
Arya always used to see the dove as a sign of pureness, but with this wedding she knew it wasn't true.
Arya felt a tap at her shoulder as she turned to look at her Sister, "We're leaving." Sansa told.
Arya wanted to follow with her and Tyrion, but she decided that if she wanted to earn the trust of her soon to be husband it would only be for the best if she stayed. At least for a little while longer.
"I'm going to stay a bit longer." Arya told her sister.
"Are you sure?" Sansa was shocked.
"Yeah, It's winding down anyway. It shouldn't be much longer." Arya reassured.
As Sansa and her husband walked away, the king turned to greet them.
"Uncle! Where are you going? I want a drink, could you at least have the decency to pour me a drink before you leave…" Joffrey shot, with a smug grin plastered on his face.
"My king, do not worry! I am your royal cupbearer after all, I will get the drink for you." Arya interrupted, swallowing her pride again for her sister.
"I want him to do it!" Joffrey pointed at Tyrion.
Arya was already up, grabbing his goblet before he could interrupt.
"Here you are, my King." Arya stuck her hand out with the wine.
"You will not insult me by ignoring my orders!" Joffrey yelled, before slamming the Goblet out of her hand.
The wine spilled all over the floor, as it landed on the bottom of Arya's dress.
There were gasps from the crowd.
Arya was angry, as she picked up the golden goblet and brought it right back to the table before refilling it.
She brought it back and stuck out the beverage again.
Joffrey was about to do it again before a voice piped up, "please just take the drink." Tommen asked his brother from his seat.
Joffrey stared down his younger brother, before he grabbed the wine mumbling to himself.
Arya walked back to her seat as the king took a gulp of his wine.
"At least a mutt like you can't ruin wine." he muttered before taking another drink.
Joffrey started coughing which caused everyone in the area to look at him, including Arya who stopped in her tracks.
"Are you ok, honey?" Margarey asked him.
"It's nothing…" he gasped, before again taking a sip.
He caught his breath as he spoke again, "You see, I'm fine!" he defensively retorted.
Arya didn't care, she honestly wished he would of choked to death.
She sat back down, and she tapped Tommen on his shoulder.
He turned to her, "Thank you." Arya told him.
"What are you talking about?" Tommen was confused.
"Thanks for standing up for me." Arya was fine by herself, but she knew it wasn't something Tommen would normally do.
Even though the day was miserable, Arya knew that she had to survive long enough to get out.
Arya walked through the halls of the Castle.
She was looking for anything that would help her, Gendry and Sansa on an escape from King's Landing.
"Why! Why would you allow this mother!" Arya heard Joffrey wine.
She put her ear to the door of the throne room.
"I was not the one who decided to have her marry Tommen." Ceresi responded.
"I can barely stand us having one of those Stark bitches in our family tree, but having one that has the guts to disrespect me at my own wedding. Don't even get me started on her sister! She left before the event was even over. Who gave this order?" Joffrey demanded.
"It was your grandfather." Ceresi admitted.
"Why did he do this? Tell me!" Joffrey demanded.
"He said it would help make peace with the north, and stop any chance of them wanting to rebel." Ceresi explained.
"That is bullshit! We could beat them like we did last time! What does he fear? The bastard to the north! The stark can't even leave the wall! The mormonts? Like they could muster an army? Oh no, it's the Boltons!" Joffrey laughed.
"I don't agree with that either, but if you want to take it up with him then you can." Ceresi started heading for the door.
"Or maybe by the time you will she would of already of hired someone to kill us all." Ceresi laughed.
Arya jumped behind a beam on the wall to hide, watching as Cersei walked by her.
Arya ran back to her room as quick as possible, 'Finally a plan that can finally defeat that twerp.'.
This chapter is definitely my second favorite out of the whole story. Next chapter I would say is my favorite. I had a lot of fun rewatching the purple wedding to make this scene, and I thought it would be fun to add in the little cough from Joffrey as a reference to the original. Meanwhile from now on this is the beginning of Arya's plan but not "the second season". I would consider the next chapter to be the end to this part of the story. Overall I came out of this chapter very pleased and happy. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did.