Waking up to the screeching of Cersei Lannister wasn't pleasant, neither was the bellowing of Robert Baratheon, my head was already thumping, now it felt like my brain was splitting in half.
From what I could gather they were arguing about what just happened. Cersei was a proponent of the idea that the Mountain should be executed for "daring to harm the Prince," while Robert argues that "he knew what he was doing, he entered a Melee, for fucks sake woman."
Neither of them noticed the wince that was permanently etched on my face because of the constant screaming, until I started coughing, unfortunately this led to a groan of immense pain, obviously my ribs had been fucked after my fight.
"Joffrey!" Cersei let out a relieved yell and rushed towards me, she pretty much smothered me in her attempt to make sure I was alright. Luckily, I survived.
After persuading Cersei not to execute the Mountain I spent a few days recovering from the day of battles. It was tough and proved one thing to me: I still needed to improve, I would not rest until I was confident I could beat every knight in Westeros.
Time Skip
I was yet again on my way to the Small Council chambers; the King had called a meeting. Obviously, this had something to do with the rumours about Daenerys' pregnancy and I was unsure as to what to do. On the one hand the Targaryens would soon be an issue. One that was unwelcome. Moreover, whatever I said I was doubtful that I could change father's mind, his hatred of Targaryens was something no one could alter and the blind fury that overcame him when he talked about them was frightening.
On the other hand however, the attempt would fail, I knew that already so supporting the assassination would be pointless and yet now was a prime time to act on the issue. I had thought of using Jorah (the spy that he was) to act as the assassin, until I realised that it was at this point he became enamoured with her, and I wasn't sure whose spy he was. I was not yet ready to try and convince Varys that I was his best hope for a thriving Seven Kingdoms...
I was still unsure of what to do when I approached the Small Council chambers. It appeared that the party had already begun. Evidenced by the fact that the slightly slurred voice of Robert Baratheon thundered through the halls as I swiftly moved to the entrance. It seemed Eddard had already voiced his disapproval of the plan. How nice of them to start without me...
I'm getting used to being ignored by people; as I walked into the chambers absolutely no one reacted or even glanced in my direction: too caught up in the debate as they were. It was only when I sat down that Uncle Stannis finally realised I had arrived.
"Nephew!" He greeted with what could be considered warmly, though it was almost too warmly for Stannis, something to consider for later...
"Uncle." I responded with a nod of the head.
Finally everyone realised I was actually here and looked at me.
"Joffrey!" Robert said jovially, a tone completely opposite to what he was just using.
I smiled at him. Everyone else exchange pleasantries with me and then the argument once again started.
"Robert, what you're suggesting is dishonourable!" Eddard said in a strained voice.
"I don't give a shit about honour Ned, this bitch wants war! I will not have her and her savages trying to take my crown, she is Dragonspawn!"
"The Dothraki will be a problem when their horses learn to walk on water, until then they are harmless." Ned replied hotly.
"It is only a matter of time before they become an issue, we must take them out now!"
This was going nowhere, I had to find a way to stop this assassination attempt from happening. Yet, perhaps if the attempt were to go ahead I could later make a better attempt and actually kill her, hopefully before she gained too much of a foothold.
"Joffrey" Robert called, shaking me out of my internal monologue.
"Do you agree?"
"I think that, while regrettable, it is the best option. The realm can not afford a war, the people would be worse off for it, the Targaryen dynasty cannot rise up again. They would bring chaos, death and destruction. A coin toss from the Gods cannot be the right way forward. We need strong and secure leadership, the Targaryens will not bring that. So yes, unfortunately, the girl must go."
Robert looked at me with pride in his eyes. Lord Stark on the other hand looked disgusted.
"I will not be hand to a king that murders pregnant women" he said as he took off the badge that signified his position.
"Go then!" Robert yelled in fury. "You know I'm right you fool!"
Eddard walked towards the door but just before he left he turned around and looked at me straight in my eye and muttered "I thought you were better than this." Then he walked away, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. And for some reason, those words stung.
"Fucking dishonourable fool" Robert cursed. "Out all of you."
We slowly left, and as I walked out I couldn't help but wonder if I had done the right thing.
Either way, Daenerys will live. For now.
A/N
I know that the update is short for the amount of time that has passed since the last update but I had no clue what to write, be lucky you got an update at all!
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