(A/N: A late night chapter! Don't worry, there's still another chapter to post closer to midday tomorrow. Just felt like tossing this out here now because I had it.)

Time passed as the Starks and my Grandfather mutually pulled back and commited to the temporary ceasefire. Correspondence was sent back and forth between King's Landing and Robb Stark's army as he demanded this and that for me. Luckily for both Robb and I, I had every intention of getting him on my side in this.

I easily caved to his demands that he be named Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell in writing before even considering coming to King's Landing. I even went so far as to send proclamations throughout Westeros to the effect, as well as announcing my wedding to Sansa, and the absolution of the Stark family of all of Ned's crimes.

It seemed that satisfied him, as in the end he didn't even continue to demand a neutral location, finally claiming he would make for King's Landing within the week. I was understandably pleased by this, and I knew Sansa could tell my mood was good, as she and I continued to explore one another, as well as those beneath us each day. My mother on the other hand… well…

The door to my chambers banged open harshly, interrupting my thoughts even as the subject of them came striding into the room.

"Joffrey, what is the meaning of this? I was kept from a small council meeting today, and told it was by your order!"

I looked up at my mother from behind my desk, enjoying the anger she was radiating. Cersei Lannister was a spitfire when she was mad, and I couldn't deny that I was already growing aroused. I smiled slowly and stood.

"Mother, how nice of you to join me. I was just about to send for you. I have good news! With the wedding on the horizon and peace with the Starks eminent, there is no more need to trouble yourself with this Queen Regent business. So I have absolved you of the role. Now you can focus on Tommen and Myrcella instead of the entire Kingdom."

Cersei looks shocked, which I have to admit is another good look on her. Then it's back to fury, and suddenly she's in front of me, her hand raised to slap me. I catch her arm instead and cock an eyebrow.

"Mother, hitting your King is NOT how a lady acts."

She ignores then, instead sputtering out.

"You, you… what has come over you Joffrey?! You've changed so drastically over the last few weeks."

I narrow my eyes at that before replying, making sure to inject steel into my voice.

"I became King mother. I would think it was obvious that I decided it was time to change things."

I smirked, releasing her arm and walking past her before continuing.

"What was it you told me when we returned from Winterfell? 'Joffrey, when you are King, the truth will be whatever you decide it will be.' A lovely statement mother, don't you think?"

She continues to gape at me as I move to the desk where a bottle of wine and two glasses sit. I pour into both, a skill I did not know until arriving in this world, but one I'd learned quite well. Turns out wine served to royalty is delicious.

"Won't you drink with me mother?"

I say as I pick up the glasses, moving back to her and handing her one. I figure there's a fifty fifty chance she's still angry enough to knock the glass I offer out of my hands, but she doesn't, grabbing it instead and taking a long swallow before rejoining the conversation.

"Don't think I haven't noticed your attitude towards me Joffrey. You've grown cold towards me, belligerent. And your actions have become strange, almost incomprehensible. You spend so much time with the Stark girl, but then there are rumors of whores sneaking in and out of your rooms! You must be careful Joffrey, Robert was not well loved because of his whoring. Not by me, or many others!"

I chuckle at that, sipping at my own wine glass.

"No, he truly was not was he? Do not worry mother. I have no desire to alienate my fiancé, as Robert did you. Sansa and I are closer than ever. As for the whores… they matter not either. Put such rumors out of your mind and speak on what is truly bothering you."

Cersei seemed to grimace as I cut to the heart of the matter.

"You have forsaken my council Joff. Why? What have I done to make you grow so distant, so willing to insult and humiliate me both in public and in private?"

I paused for a moment, acting as if I was gathering my thoughts before replying.

"I know my true heritage mother."

I finally said in a soft tone. Her eyes widened and she gasped, before recovering herself.

"I… I don't know what you mean."

I roll my eyes at that and take another sip from my wine glass.

"Do not play coy or dumb with me mother. You insult both of us by trying. I know of your indiscretions. I know of your brother… and I know of Lancel too."

Now she was stuck in that amazing fish like look I seemed to inspire in people, her mouth closing and opening uselessly for several moments before she managed to choke out.

"Is that why you sent him away? Out of everyone, is that why he was your messenger to father?"

I smiled and raised my glass to her.

"Got it in one dear Mother. Yes, I told Lancel what I knew. He was very contrite. So prepared to renounce you and reaffirm his loyalty to me to save his own skin. I suppose puppy love like his is easily trampled. I wonder how well Jaime's love would hold out, if he knew of Lancel."

At this point it was clear I'd shocked her one time too many, as she collapsed in a nearby chair, seeming almost lost. The way her shoulders hunched and she seemed to draw in on herself was more than a little delicious. Eventually she spoke again.

"You know that I have always loved you Joffrey. There is nothing I would not do for my children. Nothing I would not do to protect my children."

I chuckled mirthlessly at that, nodding my agreement.

"Oh I know my dear mother. And you should be proud for you have raised a true Lion in me. I shall be a King the likes of which Westeros has never seen before. Take solace in that fact."

She looks up at me as I meander across the room to her, stopping in front of her chair.

"And me? What is to become of your mother my King?"

I can see a bit of defiance in her face as I look down at her, before I lean down and take her chin in my hand.

"Why, you raise my brother and sister just as you have raised me, to be Lions. I am sure I can count on you."

Part of me is oh so tempted to kiss her, only inches separate our mouths as I stare into her eyes. But I pull back after a moment, turning away from her.

"And… I apologize for being so distant mother. I know that all you have done, you have done out of love. But there are consequences for one's actions. You will not take another lover to bed without my permission. I will not tell my 'Uncle' of Lancel or your actions. But Jaime will not remain in King's Landing for long. Do you understand mother?"

I turned back to find her looking into the dregs of her nearly empty wine glass. After a moment she replies.

"I understand my King."

I nod and gesture towards the door even though she isn't looking at me.

"Then leave my presence. We will speak again soon."

I watch as she flees the room and finish off my own wine glass. Well that certainly went… something. Whether or not I was one step closer to introducing my cock to the MILF that was Cersei Lannister, I couldn't say for sure. But one way or another, I wouldn't just give up on having her. One day, she'd lay beneath me in a bed. Though now visions of her lying beneath both Sansa and I, as we kissed and she serviced the two of us danced in my head.

Someday.

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