Joffrey Baratheon
Had the Seven gods smiled on Joffrey, Robert would have loved him. Robert would have made time for him, and given him the attention that Joffrey so desperately craved. HIs father was a king, and Joffrey wanted to be his kind of man. To have his love would have been a blessing.
And had things gone Joffrey's way, his mother wouldn't have been such a bitch. Forever nagging him - him! - and saying stupid things. Joffrey was born to be a king, and Cersei was nothing, a woman with no power of her own. Women, Joffrey thought, were inherently weak and stupid, and Cersei was no exception.
Had the Seven been with Joffrey, Arya Stark would never have gotten the better of him. She would have been docile and submissive and in awe of Joffrey. He was to be king, and everyone should remember it and treat him with the deference he deserved. He was a man, strong and invulnerable to such things as tears.
If things had gone according to plan, Sansa would be his. He needed an example, to remind his uppity mother and girls like Arya Stark that their place was below men, that they lived to serve men and that a king's whims should be obeyed without question. As a king, everyone belonged to Joffrey.
Had things gone according to plan, Tywin would have left Joffrey alone. Joffrey was perfectly capable of running his kingdoms. Tywin was just an old, interfering busybody. He was born for lesser things than being a king. Joffrey didn't need him or any of the rest of his idiotic council.
Plans are made to be broken though. Robert could care less about any of his children, and Cersei made sure the Joffrey was aware of the bastards' existences. Robert cared more about hunting and about dead Lyanna than he did about Joffrey, even though Joffrey did everything in his power to make him notice his son.
Cersei and Sansa and Arya wouldn't keep slipping through his fingers. Their defiances unnerved him, made him less than what he was meant to be. He couldn't bear the wailing of women, true, but he couldn't bear their set shoulders and pursed lips even more.
He did need Tywin. He did need Tyrion. And that rankled. Needing the Half-Man, who kept proving he was more man than Joffrey, with his whore and his sharp words. Needing the meddlesome old fool whose only claim to the throne was through his grandson the king.
Joffrey hates being weak.
He hates it more as he feels his throat close. Margaery is laughing at something - Margaery, who is pretty and who has a political agenda, according to Cersei - and Sansa isn't watching him, she's pretending to listen to her dwarf husband. Suddenly his mother is shrieking, and Joffrey can't see, his vision is going, and he can't breathe. In a moment of clarity, he sees Margaery's vague concern and the Queen of Thorns looks triumphant. He searches for Sansa, but Sansa, like the other she-wolves, is gone.