Finally, the day of Joffrey's wedding to Margaery Tyrell had arrived. That morning, Margaery's grandmother Olenna showed up to her room. "Everything is taken care of," she said. "During the wedding feast, I'm going to put poison in Joffrey's wine cup. Then he will die, and you can marry his brother Tommen instead of him. I think you'll find him much gentler and more pliable. When Joffrey chokes to death, remember to act shocked, like you don't know anything."

"Hey, you know what would have been a better plan?" Margaery said. "Not telling me what you were going to do ahead of time. Then I really would have been shocked and not known anything."

Olenna kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sure you'll be able to simulate surprise just fine. I have great confidence in your acting ability."

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Elsewhere, Tywin ran into Joffrey in the hallway. Joffrey was wearing his favorite shirt, which had red and blue horizontal stripes. It looked like something a clown would wear.

"Take that off!" Tywin commanded. "I won't have my grandson looking like a circus performer at his wedding."

"I don't have to do what you tell me," Joffrey said. "I'm the king!"

"Any man who must declare himself a king is no true king," said Tywin. "Now go change into something else."

Joffrey pouted. It wasn't fair. He was supposed to be the king, but people kept trying to tell him what to do. His mother, his Uncle Tyrion, and now his grandfather.

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In another part of the castle, Sansa and Arya were slipping into disguises. They were dressing themselves as serving girls.

"Are you sure it's okay for us to walk around in the open like this?" Sansa asked.

"Positive," Arya said confidently. "I told you, no one remembers us. Ever since the Dimensional Merge happened, everyone thinks the Griffins have always lived in Winterfell, not the Starks. Besides, I want to see Joffrey die, since I didn't get to before."

"I wouldn't mind seeing his death again either," Sansa confessed. They both laughed.

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The wedding ceremony took place in the Great Sept of Baelor. The seven vows were made, the seven blessings invoked, and the seven promises exchanged. When the wedding song had been sung and the challenge had gone unanswered, it was time for the exchange of cloaks. Mace Tyrell removed his daughter's maiden cloak tenderly, while Joffrey accepted the folded bride's cloak from his brother Tommen and shook it out with a flourish. He draped Margaery in the crimson and gold and leaned close to fasten it at her throat. And that easily, she passed from her father's protection to her husband's. "With this kiss I pledge my love!" Joffrey declared in ringing tones. When Margaery echoed the words, he pulled her close and kissed her long and deep. The High Septon solemnly declared them to be one flesh, one heart, one soul.

Afterwards, everyone gathered in the throne room for the wedding feast: the Lannisters, the Tyrells, Oberyn Martell and his girlfriend Ellaria Sand, Varys and his fellow counselors, Bane and his foxes, and Sansa and Arya in their servant disguises.

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At the same time, Jaime was returning to the city with Hayley and Qyburn. When he saw the castle up ahead, he put on a burst of speed and rushed ahead of his companions. Despite his missing hand, he felt simply great! He was finally going to see his sweet sister again!

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King Joffrey sat on his Iron Throne, with his new queen on his right side and his mother Cersei on his left. Between Joffrey and Cersei's seats, there was a little table which held their drinks, as well as a bowl of grapes. Everyone else was sitting below the dais at a long table.

Tommen was so excited he just couldn't stand still. He kept running around. He ran up behind Cersei's chair and stole a handful of grapes from the bowl.

"Tommen, sit down!" his mother admonished him. "The entertainment's about to start!"

Tommen went and sat down at the long table with all the other people.

Two dwarfs came riding into the hall. One was riding a dog, the other a pig. They started to fight a mock battle.

Tyrion glowered. He knew this was just to make fun of him because he was a dwarf too. Joffrey was red and breathless with laughter. In fact, everyone was laughing except for Tyrion himself and two serving girls standing over by the wall.

Now the dwarf riding the dog had knocked the other dwarf off the pig. "A champion!" Joffrey shouted. "We have a champion!" Everyone went quiet when it was seen that the king was speaking. "Not a true champion, though," Joff continued. "A true champion defeats all challengers." With a gleeful smile, he turned toward Tyrion. "Uncle! You'll defend the honor of my realm, won't you? You can ride the pig!"

Tyrion did not remember rising, nor climbing on his chair, but he found himself standing on the table. He twisted his face into the most hideous mockery of a smile the seven kingdoms had ever seen. "Your grace," he called, "I'll ride the pig… but only if you ride the dog!"

Joff scowled, confused. "Me? I'm no dwarf. Why me?"

"Why, you're the only man in the hall that I'm certain of defeating!"

Everyone laughed again, but this time they were laughing at Joffrey. The king's face turned red. He took a big gulp of wine and his face got even redder. "I want to see (cough)… I want to see you ride that, (cough, cough) pig, Uncle. I want…" Another spate of coughing doubled him over.

But then he straightened back up and was just fine. "Excuse me. Something went down the wrong way. Anyway, I want to see you ride that pig…"

He was interrupted by the sound of a glass shattering.

Everyone turned to look at Cersei. She had dropped her glass and now SHE was gasping and clutching her throat! When Tommen had reached for the grapes, he had turned the whole table around to get at them, and Joffrey and Cersei's cups had got mixed up. So, Cersei got the poison intended for Joffrey.

One of the knights in the hall ran to Cersei, grabbed her, and started trying to whack her on the back, but that did no good. Grand Maester Pycelle was shouting for someone to fetch his potions, Tommen was wailing, and Joffrey was screaming, "Idiots! Help your queen!"

But it was no use. Cersei was dying. Right before her body stiffened, she raised her arm and pointed at Tyrion. Whether she was accusing her brother or thought he could save her wasn't clear. It was right then that Jaime came running in, just in time to see Cersei die.

"What's going on?" Jaime said.

"Poison!" yelled Joffrey. "My mother was poisoned!" He pointed at Tyrion. "He did this, the dwarf. He killed my mother. Lock him up!"

"Lock him up! Lock him up!" the crowd started chanting. Two members of the Kingsguard grabbed Tyrion and dragged him away. Jaime watched, stunned.

Joffrey turned back to Jaime. "Is that a tentacle?"

Sansa and Arya took advantage of the confusion to slip out into the hall. "Did you switch their glasses?" Sansa asked.

Arya shook her head. "No, I thought you did. But this is good, right? At least Cersei's dead."

"As much as I hated Cersei, she was the only one who could control Joffrey at all," said Sansa. "With her dead, Joffrey's free to be an even bigger monster than before!"

"Well… at least now maybe I'll get an opportunity to kill Joffrey myself," said Arya.

In spite of herself, Sansa found herself smiling. "When the time comes… I just might flip you for it."