Tywin Lannister was content with life. He could finally be proud of his legacy. Sat in front of him was a capable, intelligent and responsible king. And best of all: this king was his grandson. He had had doubts when the King visited Casterly Rock a few years ago; he had feared that Joffrey had been coddled to much by Cersei. Luckily, it seemed that the King had managed to become resilient to Cersei's overbearing mothering. Tywin had great hopes for the future; the Lannister's were now secure in their position within the Seven Kingdoms, Yes, he thought. I can be proud...

Time Skip and POV Change

After a few hours of back and forth negotiation between Tywin and I, we had come to an agreement. The 3 million dragon debt was to be paid off in installments of 200,000 gold dragons a year, double what I had originally planned for but hey, it's for the good of the Realm. Moreover, the Crown had to make some concessions to the Westerlands. Such as certain tax exemptions for ten years, I was not concerned by this however as it was mostly grain taxes, which weren't really taxes as all - just a portion of the crop yield sent to the Crown in preparation for winter, I had plans for this anyway so I was happy to let this happen. All in all, I felt it was a good deal, in 15 years the Crown would be debt free where the Lannister's were concerned, just 15 short years.

Time Skip

I sat on the Iron Throne in the throne room listening to a peasant named Jackar complaining about one of the merchants violating the regulations imposed by the Crown a few years ago on the price of grain and bread and so forth. These complaints were hardly uncommon; the regulations -while popular with the Small Folk- were massively unpopular with the traders and merchants, who were now unable to exploit the Small Folk as they did before, hence their income was not as large. Because of this they often tried to circumvent the law and overcharge the Small Folk. Usually, after a warning visit by the City Watch they stopped but this particular merchant hadn't. I assume he thought that the Crown wasn't serious and would let it go - I wasn't prepared to do so. Perhaps, if this was the first time of this happening I would have just issued a warning, but it wasn't; there had been numerous reports of exploitation by Ellion Leath (the merchant in question) and I was not going to let it stand again. Therefore as Jackar finished his warranted complaining I spoke up.

"This is not the first time the Crown has received complaints about Ellion Leath, and I doubt it will be the last. He has been issued warning after warning. I say no more." I turned to Uncle Renly, who was standing near the edge of the room. "Lord Renly, order the Goldcloaks to arrest Mr Leath." Renly nodded and then left the room, presumably to relay the order. The peasant thanked me profusely before I stood and called an end to court for the day.

I walked out of the door that linked the royal chambers to the throne room and headed towards my office. I had several reports to read and sign off on, mostly on the Kings Landing reconstruction.

I soon arrived at my office and sat down at my desk, before I got to work however, I got caught up in the new decor of the office. Gone was the unnecessary luxury items, the Myrish rugs and the such. Instead it had been replaced by simple yet elegant decorations. The desk, in stark contrast to when it was my father's, was neatly organised. Only one thing remained the same. The stag's head on the wall, staring at me, always reminding me what I must never allow myself to become, always setting me on the right path.

I was just about to get to work when there was a knock on the door. I sighed and placed the quill back in it's holder.

"Enter!" I shouted. In walked in Ser Barristan. He bowed and said "Lord Varys to see you Sire."

"Let him in."

Lord Varys shuffled in and sat down. "Your Grace. My little birds have found that Lord Baelish records everything in his ledgers, which he keeps at his main brothel."

"This is useful how? What's to say that he didn't forge the records?" I asked.

"That is possible." Varys conceded. "However, Lord Baelish is a vain man, he considers himself smarter than everyone else, he probably believes that no one would catch onto him, so he doesn't go through the effort of forging the numbers."

"Well, it's worth a try." I muttered. "But we can't raid the brothel, if there is nothing in the ledger then we can't do anything with him, and he'll know that we're onto him."

"We could fake a robbery." Varys suggested.

"I'll think on it." I said. "Thank you Lord Varys, you are dismissed."

He stood up bowed and left, and I was left to think on what to do...

Time Skip

I had decided on a course of action. It would involve the use of some infiltration of my own. So, with that in mind I left my office and flanked by most of the Kingsguard I headed out of the Red Keep and into the city.

After a short walk I arrived at a small house. It was quite ordinary in description; it was -like most houses in Kings Landing- made out of wood. One window gave a glance into the house; the inside was decorated warmly yet modestly.

I walked up to the door knocked the knock that I had knocked many times before. The knock that I had sworn I would never knock again...

Around 30 seconds after I had knocked a young woman opened the door. "Jof- Your Grace?" She corrected herself. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help, Alis." I said.

"Well, come in then." She said, still sounding confused. And after telling the Kingsguard to wait outside, I did so.

Alis, to put it plainly, used to be a whore, I used to visit her quite often, a man has needs after all. However, after my betrothal to Sansa was confirmed I ended our relationship. I gave her a hefty amount of money, so that she no longer had to sell her body and I bought her a decent house in the city, far away from the poverty-stricken Flea Bottom, partly because I genuinely wanted the best for her and partly because at the time, I couldn't imagine anyone else being with her. I had come to care for her quite a bit.

"What do you need Joffrey?" She asked.

"I need a favour." I stated plainly. "Have you kept in contact with anyone who still works at Baelish's main brothel?"

"Of course I have, why?"

"Can you meet with them here, tommorow?"

"I suppose so, why?"

"I can't tell you that." I said rigidly.

"Joffrey." She said as she moved closer. She leaned in against me and whispered in my ear. "You have become so stiff ever since you became King." She giggled as he grabbed my sinful erection.

"This shouldn't be happening Alis." I said, pitifully. "I'm betrothed."

"Then stop me." She whispered.

I never stopped her.

Not when she removed the clothes from my body.

Not when she removed hers.

Not when she wrapped her lips against my cock.

Not when she started to ride my cock.

And it was to late to stop her when I cummed inside her.

I never stopped her.

Oh Gods, Sansa what have I done.