Next day, Joffrey was meeting with his small council.
"I've just gotten a letter from my Uncle Tyrion," he said. "After he killed my mother and grandfather, he joined up with Daenerys Targaryen. Now he says that Daenerys has allied herself with the Griffins, and they're all coming here to King's Landing."
"They're coming to attack us?" Grand Maester Pycelle asked fearfully.
Joffrey shook his head. "No, they want to talk about an armistice. Tyrion claims there's an army of White Walkers coming from the north, and he says we all need to join forces to fight them. Of course, White Walkers are made-up garbage and this is obviously a plot to steal my throne."
Bertram said, "White Walkers aren't just made-up garbage. When I was in the Night's Watch, I saw them with my own eyes. But I don't think they pose any threat to us. They can't get past the Wall."
"Maybe it would be better to have Daenerys as a friend rather than an enemy," Pycelle said hesitantly. "We all heard about what her dragons did to our ships."
Joffrey waved a hand to silence him. "My grandfather used to say that the lion does not concern himself with the opinions of the sheep. Are you a sheep, Pycelle?"
"No," the old man mumbled.
"Any alliance with Daenerys is out of the question!" Joffrey declared. "She only wants to take my kingdom from me!"
"I think yore makin' the right call," Gideon said to Joffrey. "We shouldn't meet with her at all."
"Who said I wasn't going to meet with her?" Joffrey demanded.
Gideon was lost. "Er, you just did, didn't ya?"
"No, I'm going to take them up on their offer. If I'm going to defeat my enemies, I need to think like my grandfather."
Gideon chuckled, understanding now. "So, yore plannin' yore own version of the Red Weddin', huh?"
"That's right. We'll pretend we want to discuss their terms, invite them into the city, then when the moment is right, we'll strike!"
"Excellent policy, your grace," said Qyburn.