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King Edgar: Mostly Joffrey's POV, However chapter 5 is divided between a Myrcella POV and a Tywin POV. Later on there will also be a Robb Stark POV and a Renly one. The Epilogue will also be done by either Eddard or Tywin.

299 AC

Joffrey walked from the throne room, Ser Trant and Ser Moore following closely behind. A scowl was locked onto Joffrey's face as he remembered what his grandfather had told him earlier that day. Joffrey knew as a recently crowned King, he would have little time as a bachelor, but he believed he would have more time than a scant week since his coronation.

Already, his Grandfather had been crafting deals and alliances behind his back. Bethroathing Joffrey to the flower of Highgarden Margaery Tyrell. The girl was a Great beauty, but Joffrey found her rather annoying and downright insufferable at times. The way she looked at the Stark heir was also grating, a women with such low standards would not be fit for a king.

Then there was Tommen's arranged marriage to some Dornish whore, who was far too old for him. Even worse, Myrcella was to be shipped off to the Cold North, the bride of Robb Stark, and arrogant bastard if Joffrey ever met one.

Joffrey had no desire to lose his siblings to those who didn't deserve them. Tommen was a brat, but he deserved better than a disease ridden whore from Dorne.

Mayhaps Just a normal whore, that way he takes after uncle tyrion, Joffrey thought bitterly.

Far worse to Joffrey was the loss of Myrcella, his only sister, at only 3 and 10 she deserved more than a northern savage for a husband. He remembered when Myrcella and Robb Stark danced at his coronation, Joffrey's sister was always flushed with fear. Then afterwards he would find the two together, Robb Stark following her like an animal in heat and Joffrey's sweet sister pretending to laugh at his jests.

Joffrey knew marriage was much more than an exchange of vows, for Joffrey knew a marriage between a king and a noble lady was much more than a proclamation of love. It was the foundation for an alliance that could assure stability across the realm. It was such a marriage that brought Joffrey's father and mother together. It allowed for his birth, and even now the Lion and Stag banners draped across the red keep were signs of it's success.

Tywin had said that another such marriage was needed to keep the Seven Kingdoms united, but Joffrey had to disagree. Even a blind man could see that Tywin was living in the past, when dangerous men once played the game of thrones, now there was nothing but tired old men.

They needed no alliance with the Reach,especially with a fool like Mace Tyrell running things. They would never turn against the crown, and if they did, Joffrey would crush them under his heel.

Nor did they need an alliance with Dorne. The land of wine, whores, and poverty. They were barely worth mentioning, Besides, their loyalty wasn't worth a copper, let alone a prince, even if that prince was Tommen.

Then there was the North. Why would they ever need a northern alliance? Eddard Stark was loyal as a dog, more a mutt then a wolf in Joffrey's opinion. He would never turn against his master.

Joffrey continued his walk through the Red Keep, his loyal knights close behind. He was happy to be free of Barristan, Sandor was a better fit for the Kingsguard. He walked aimlessly, passing his mother and Uncle Jaime on the way, sitting in the garden talking quiety, a bottle of Dornish Red between them.

Mace Tyrell, joyfully laughing with his sons and daughter. The family seemed to be having a picnic of some sort, one he was not invited too he noted bitterly.

Lord Eddard Stark, talking with his Grandfather as they walked through the halls towards the tower of the hand. Talk of some marriage pact between bastards. A grim expression on the Lord of the North's face. Robb Stark followed his father a step behind, and Myrcella was a step behind him.

Petyr baelish walked to him, a swagger to his step. As normal, the vale Lord smelled of mint, and soft smile on his face. "Your Grace," he bowed low to his king.

"Baelish," Joffrey responded with disgust. He never liked the man, far too slimy for his taste. Not for the first time, Joffrey wondered about replacing him with his great-uncle Kevan. "What do you need?"

"What I need? Your grace the only thing i require is to serve the seven Kingdoms," Petyr smiled, reming Joffrey of a toothless snake. "I heard a rumor that you were distressed about something, I believe i can help,"

"Do tell me Baelish, even if i did require help, how could someone of your stature possibly assist me." Joffrey asked with a sneer, ready to abandon this conversation.

"I simply wish to remind you, that you're the King?"

"Oh? That's all, and why did you waste my time stating the obvious?"

"Simple enough question, it is because i understand the burden you face being a young king. But just remember, you are the King, the realm is yours. If there is anything you want, you simply have to take it for your own." Baelish smiled, and bowed before departing, a skip in his step as he made his way down the hall, no doubt to spy on Sansa Stark.\

Baelish had made a valid point, he was King, he could take anything he desire for his own, and the his vassals would simply have to understand.

Or Anyone.

Myrcella was stunning in her white gown. She was as pure as the maiden herself, with hair like woven gold. Her heart shaped face and captivating green eyes had been haunting his dreams since she came of age. Now she was his, and only his.

He felt proud of himself, He stopped his sister from marrying a mut, and saved himself from marrying a rose. Myrcella would not have to spread her legs for a Stark, and he would not be married to girl beneath his station, a true victory if there ever was one.

The common people were disgusted by brother marrying sister. The Lords of the realm were furious for being overlooked. The Tyrells had seemingly disappeared from King's Landing overnight. When the announcement was made, Lord Tyrell barely stopped by to resign from his post.

Mace Tyrell was shaking with fury when resigned. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden looked as angry as any man has ever seen him, his fat face twisted into righteous anger. It was downright comical to watch in all honesty. The Warden of the South asked Joffrey why he broke the betrothal that he and Tywin had so painstakingly worked out. So Joffrey decided to tell him the truth.

That his daughter was a wanton slut more suited to lay with dogs then share a bed with a King, and that no marriage would go through as long as Joffrey had the fear of catching something.

Mace did not take Kindly to Joffrey's words, and every man loyal to the Reach was out of King's Landing by nightfall.

Tywin had said little about the match, but he made his opinion heard regardless. Both his mother and Uncles came to him and pleaded with him to apologize with the Tyrells, and give Myrcella back to the Starks. Joffrey had none of it, and said as much to his family.

Eddard Stark and his welp had nothing to say of the match, but Robb Stark had returned North, which Joffrey saw as a positive change.

When Joffrey and his new wife stood at the altar, he could not help but gaze at the silent tears trailing down her perfect face. She looked at him with a quivering lip and emerald eyes, and he could not help the smile that came to his lips.

Tears of Joy, she is excited as I am.

Squeezing her hand, he recited the words the septon had spoke, and replaced her maiden cloak with his own. His mind drifted to thoughts of the bedding ceremony which he was certainly looking forward too.

Early 300 AC

A few short months after the wedding, and Joffrey was already beginning to lose patience with his wife, she a single job, to spread her legs for her King, and for whatever she couldn't even do that properly. He was tired of having Ser Trant coerce her, and he was even more tired of his lack of heir.

"I'll need a son to legitimize my reign, you'd do well to explain why you are unable to accommodate me." Joffrey tried to hide his anger, Myrcella always cried when he got angry. And mother always got mad when she cried."I'm ruling Seven Kingdoms, yet you can't seem to even do your one job properly."

"I'm sorry, your grace." Tears began to form in the corner of Myrcella's eyes, and she began to shake uncontrollably. "I'll try harder, I promise." For his part, Joffrey ignored the tears, and could only focus on the purple bruise covering the left side of her face.

I should have told Ser Trant not in the face. She looks awful. Perhaps I should have considered the Tyrell girl or even the savage one. They might have been able to provide me a son by now. There was still time of course, Starks two daughters remain at court.

"I know you will, we both will." Joffrey put his hand on her arm, and she jerked away almost automatically. He frowned, then without thinking, he put his hand on her chin, and forced her to look at him. Her tears flowed freely now as she looked into his eyes. "No need to be afraid, we can try right now if you wish."

"There's no need for that, your grace." She said, after a moment she added, "Please?"

"Don't be foolish sweet sister. The Kingdoms need us to do our duty. Now, don't make me angry. I wouldn't want to have to call in Ser Trant again."

Jaime Has Been assigned as the Queen Dowager's personal guard, much to his protest, as he desires to protect Myrcella. Tywin Lannister has also "ordered" Joffrey to be kinder to Myrcella, but that did little good.

The Tyrells are gone from King's Landing, retreating back to Highgarden, and costing Joffrey The Reach's Loyalty. The Starks remain, but their loyalty to the throne becomes more tenuous with each passing day.

Next Chapter will be Posted on 10/14/2017