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300 AC

"I beg of you, your Grace. I can hardly afford to feed my own children. The taxes have been increased twice this year alone. If they are to go up higher, I don't know what I would do." The man begged before him. The commoner wore his best clothes, which were still dirty, and Joffrey suspected covered in fleas. The man had a gaunt face, as if he hadn't eaten in a few days. He appeared to be a weak man, made weaker by the obvious lack of food. "Is there nothing you can do to help us?"

Nothing he could do to help him, what a curious line of thought. Joffrey knew the realm was in debt, just as he knew that the members of the small council had no solution's for him. Tywin refused to erase the debt the crowned owed the Lannisters, and offered few solutions besides limiting spending. The other members of the small councler much the same, with only Petyr baelish suggesting a raise on taxes.

How could the people not see it? Raising taxes was best for the realm, and was best for the realm was best for the people. Joffrey swore to himself, and sat forward in his chair, ready to make his decision.

"You can't feed your children, I'm sorry to hear, but due to the actions of Lord Arryn and my foolish Uncle Renly, the kingdom is in the midst of some financial troubles," Joffrey said in a bored tone. However, there is something I can do for you. It is my duty as King to look out for those who can't help themselves. Since you are obviously unable to feed your children, and too weak willed to control your urges. It will be for the good of the realm, and yourself, to assure you cant have another child. Ser Payne, please have this man gelded."

The man looked up in horror, before he could say a word, he was already being dragged away. The murmurs of the court began to increase as the man kicked and screamed, begging for mercy.

"Ser Payne, take his tongue if he continues to struggle!" Joffrey shouted, which succeeded in silencing the man. Yet, the sounds of the court only increased.

After a moment, Joffrey turned to the new hand of the King and spoke. "The crowns work is never done, eh Grandfather." Joffrey smiled, although Tywin looked unamused. In the corner of his eye, Joffrey noticed the members of his small council react with a mixture of disgust and surprise. Even his new master of Ships, Lord Mallister of Seaguard seemed disgusted.

"That was unwise your Grace," Tywin counseled by his side, "it would have been better to give a false promise, then to have him tortured." as if to emphasize Tywin's point, the man's scream could be heard echoing the walls of the Red keep.

"It would have been wise for that peasant to accept his King's verdict," Joffrey replied, eyes narrowing at his grandfather. Their relationship had been on edge recently, with not even his mother able to bridge the gap between them. If things continued this way, Joffrey would need a new hand.

Tywin said nothing, only turning to look forward as the next petitioner made his way through the halls of the Red Keep.

The Black Brother of the Night's Watch, introduced as Yoren, was a recruiter for the Night's Watch. He walked towards the throne with purpose. However, he seemed to care not the least about his surroundings.

"Your Grace," The recruiter began, he cleared his hoarse voice before continuing. "The Night's Watch is in dire need of help, we number less than a thousand men at the moment. We're running low on every supply imaginable, and there's news of a King Beyond the Wall. A man named Mance Rayder, he marches with a host of 60,000 men." Voices broke out in the Grand hall as he spoke of the King Beyond the Wall.

"A King Beyond the Wall, who cares?" Joffrey asked, genuinely curious. "He can have that wasteland, there's nothing there besides Ice and snow." Eddard Stark tensed visibly with the news.

"There's more, your Grace." Yoren looked around and seemed hesitant to speak. "There's talk of the Others returning, one even attacked the Lord Commander. It nearly killed him to, if it wasn't for the intervention of a new recruit, he would have been killed."

"Others? Whats next, Snarks and grumpkins? I mistook you for a man, not a child with his head full of nonsense," Joffrey laughed, and the court soon followed. The entire hall echoed with laughter, and the man of the ights Watch grew more agitated. H

"This is a serious matter!" Yoren yelled. "If the Wall falls, the Wildlings will invade the North, and then they'll come down here. That's nothing if the others truly returned. If that's the case only the Gods can help us!" That silenced the laughter. "The Gods have never been very kind to me your Grace, it's better to handle this situation before it starts."

Is the situation really that dire? No, he's just wants my coin. Likely to spend on some whore like the halfling. But Still, I better at least a make a show of helping him. Maybe I should order Lord Stark to handle the situation, no that would make me seem reliant on my bannermen.

"You say you need men?" Joffrey smiled, as an idea suddenly came to him. "Very Well, Grandfather, have Lord Slynt round up some peasants for our dear friend here. Have the Gold Cloaks round up any beggar in the city, they provide nothing but waste to the city, and would be much better suited to the North. Now, If that's all, you're dismissed." Joffrey shooed the man away.

Yoren looked at him in utter shock and disgust as he was led from the room.

"That won't be necessary," Tywin Spoke up, his look made it clear that Joffrey's verdict was to be ignored. "Lord Stark, the North is Your Domain, what say you on this manner."

Eddard Stark gave an appreciative glance to Tywin before speaking, " I will send word to Lord Umber of Last Hearth and the Northern Mountain Clans. I shall also send word to Winterfell to alert my Son and heir of the situation. Those forces should prove more than adequate to stop the King behind the wall."

"Good, you may also have free pick of the castle dungeons, and our free to ask for volunteers within the Gold Cloaks and city limits."

A thank you would have been nice. Joffrey thought as the Nights watchmen bowed to them, before turning on his heel, leaving Joffrey with his disobedient Grandfather.

..

"Monster!"

"Murderer!"

"Rapist!"

How odd, I don't think I raped anyone. I would have definitely remembered that. No matter, peasants will talk as mother always said. No need to concern oneself with the opinions of the sheep.

He rode his horse through the city, making his way to the Great Sept of Baelor in order to meet with the High Septon. Some Matter of purity or the other. Joffrey didn't care, and was instead thinking of the way to handle his marital situation.

Perhaps a gold necklace with fine emeralds. It would match her hair and eyes so perfectly, I'm sure Myrcella would love it. We could make a day of it, I can take her to the finest Jewelers in the city.

His musings were interrupted, as suddenly a rock hit the side of his face. It was a small rock, and only cause his lower lip to bust open. He tasted blood, it wasn't a completely horrible taste, but Joffrey felt rage take control of him in an instant.

"Ser Trant!"

"Your, grace, I'm sorry, I didn't realize what was…"

"Kill them all!"

…

"Lady Sansa," Joffrey smiled to the girl who idolized the Royal family to an obnoxious extent. The Stark girl with hair of spun copper and a budding figure that indicated she was on the cusp of Womanhood. At 4 and 10, and even in an unflattering Northern dress which did everything to hide her figure, it was clear she was one of the realms beauties. As she aged she would only become more beautiful, a lady to rival Myrcella in every respect."I'm so happy you could join me for a walk."

"Of course Your Grace," Sansa Curtsied to him, a smile on her face. Her hair was done in one of the southern fashions, in a clear attempt to imitate Joffrey;'s own mother, he could never understand Sansas infatuation with the Queen dowager, but he would not question something that was so clearly to his benefit. "Is Prince Myrcella coming along?" She asked with a hint of confusion, her river blue eyes looked around the Red Keep nervously.

"Not today i'm afraid, it will just be the two don't mind, do you?" He offered his arm. which she took after a moments of hesitation, a blush on her face that matched her hair.

"No of course not," Sansa replied quickly, afraid to offend the Prince. The girl was almost too innocent she would never expect a King to do anything unsightly to an innocent maiden. Not that Joffrey believed she was innocent, there was little doubt in his mind a northern beauty like Sansa assuredly had half of the Red Keep by this point, and more then like some of the peasantry. He looked at her with unconcealed disgust, but the girl did not notice, far too focused on the scenery.

His Uncle and Sandor Clegane, Joffrey's favorite members of the Kingsguard, fell into step behind them.

As they made their way to the Godswood, he ordered his two guards to stand vigil outside, not desiring to be interrupted. Once again Sansa seemed confused, but said nothing. She had to know how it looks to be alone in the Godswood with her King, but she says nothing, a harlot if there ever was one.

Surrounded by nature, it was quiet, Sansa was prattling on about something, but he wasn't truly listening. Joffrey found himself staring at her lips, and unconsioucly licked his own. He handed her his Wineskin silently. "Drink," He ordered, and she obeyed. Sipping the fine dornish red with hesitation. She stopped, and looked at him, asking for permission to stop.

"It's for you my Lady, I insist you drink it."

"My father does not like it when I drink," She explained, but he waved off her concerns with a smile.

"Your Lord father is not here sweetling, drink, I insist," he took the wineskin from her, and raised it to her lips. Her cheeks were the same color as her skin as he raised the wineskin so the liquid poured into her mouth, the sweet red liquid ran down her lips. Her cheeks were rosy when he lowered the wineskin, and she smiled at him.

He kissed her without warning, enjoying the taste of her mouth mixed with the costly wine., he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss even as she moved away in a vain attempt to create distance between them. In truth, he enjoyed the friction it created as she rubbed against him.

"Your married," Sansa pushed him away, her blue eyes widened in surprise. She backed away from the King slowly, against a heart tree with a frown of blood red sap.

"My wife is not here either." He reached out to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him. She struggled, bringing back fond memories of his own wedding night. He reached underneath the dress, and felt her breasts, which were larger than Myrcella's. He pulled at her dress, tearing the fabric and revealing her bosum.

The slap across his face was done with perhaps more force than Sansa meant, but it sent the King sprawling to the floor, his crown falling in the grown caked with mud. He fell into the ancient heart tree, cutting his arm on a branch that stuck forth. Sansa was already gone when he stood to his feet, her back to him as she ran deeper and deeper in the Godswood.

"Uncle!, Sandor! I want that whore found!" Hs voice was shrill even in his own ears, and his Kingsuard knights were confused to find him on the ground.

…

Sandor and Jaime disobey Joffrey's orders, they cover Sansa with a Kingsguard cloak, and runs her off the Tower of the Hand to see Tywin. It just so happens that Ned Stark and Tywin lannister were in a meeting at the time.

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