Chapter 14: The Prince of Winterfell
"They say Stannis never smiles," King Joffrey says with a distinct tone of petulance. Facing both Tyrion and Varys, he unsheathes his sword by an inch or so. "I'll given him a red smile. From ear to ear."
Joffrey then stops to think about what he is doing. Merely unsheathing his sword a bit does not show off enough bravado. He yanks it out all the way and thrusts forward, making Tyrion and Varys flinch a bit. He swings to his left, then to his right. He can feel his blood flowing and energy filling his body. This feels good. But for Joffrey, this is not enough.
Switching to a reverse grip, Joffrey slams his sword down. He intends to thrust his noble weapon into the stone ground and pose.
Alas, he ends up slamming his sword through his boot and into his foot. Once he registers the pain, Joffrey screams at the top of his lungs, filling the air with the sound of his despair. Tyrion takes a half-step forward, but is too late to save the King from his own stupidity.
Joffrey impulsively grabs the hilt of the sword and yanks it out. He can feel the blood filling his boot and continues screaming. He tries to move, but his wounded foot causes him to misstep. He teeters to the side, smashing his head open against the stone balcony.
Tyrion and Varys gape at the sight of the brain matter and blood leaking out of Joffrey's head before calming down. The city was better off without him anyway; surely this blunder was the work of the gods.