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francisvirus: At this point, even Benjen would push him off the wall.

LadyKatherine29: The realm could only be so lucky.

tommyginger; Tywin is quickly running out of patience for his grandson, thats for sure.

"I am the King!" Joffrey managed to stammer out, in spite of the fear he felt coiled in his stomach like a Dornish snake. His hands were shaking, and he could not meet Eddard Stark's fierce grey eyes, nor his grandfather's unimpressed gaze. "I can do as I please, and I can have your head for questioning me!" He hoped he sounded as fierce as he intended, but knew his efforts were in vain.

He was terrified, far more scared than he could ever recall. He was not in control of this situation, he was called to the tower of the Hand and half dragged by men in Stark armor to stand in judgement before his grandfather and the stern Eddard Stark. The Wolf and Lion looked ready to devour him, and he knew he did not look the part of a fierce King.

As his uncle Tyrion's bodyguard had so eloquently put it before being forced to leave, he looked as if he was ready to piss in his breaches.

"I can have your head for this!" he raised his hand, pointing the grim faced Eddard Stark, who stood up at Joffrey's accusation. The Quiet Wolf of the North slammed his fist on the table, and spoke with icy venom.

"She told me of what you attempted, you tried to make a whore of my daughter!" Eddard Stark screamed at him, and it was such a rare sight to see the Northman lose control that Joffrey took a step back. He felt his back come in contact with his mother, whom he had forced to come with him for reasons he did not quite want to admit to himself. His confidence leaked from him as if from an unpatched wound.

"Everything in the Kingdom is the King's property Lord Stark, you should be aware of the Law, if not, I fear you're an even poorer replacement for Renly then I dared dream possible." Cersei spoke, and in that moment, Joffrey truly loved his mother for defending him in spite of the circumstances. "If the King wants a whore to warm his bed, then there is none finer than your daughter."

"If this is the way you are, Robert was fortunate in death if it meant escaping you. You can allow him to make a whore of your daughter if you so desire, but King or not, he will never be allowed near mine again." Eddard reached to his chest, and threw the badge of his office at the King. The silver broach hit Joffrey's doublet before clanging to the floor. "I resign from my position, and me and my daughters shall be heading North immediately."

In a moment of hazy clarity, Joffrey's anger overrode the fear he felt, and the confidence hso mother distilled back into him brought forth his unrighteous fury, " Stop him! Sandor bring me the traitor's head!" Neither Sandor nor Jaime made a move to stop Eddard Stark, on the contrary, they gave him a wide berth. Blood rushed to his head in his fury, turning him Lannister crimson. He slammed his small fists on the desk before him. "I am your King, I demand you listen, I want that traitor's head!"

"Any man who must say I am the King, is no true King." Tywin lannister spoke, and Joffrey felt the fear return as he turned to his grandfather. At the head of the table, Tywin looked anything but amused. "Sandor see the King and his mother out safely if you would. I will join them shortly."

Sandor and Jaime did not hesitate to follow Tywin's orders, the Two Kingsguard quickly grabbed Joffrey's arms and began dragging him in spite of his protests. There grip on him felt like steel as he had not hope for escape.

As he and his mother left the chamber in defeat, he heard his grandfather speak.

"Lord Stark, a word before you go."

"You betrayed me!" Joffrey accused the moment that Tywin had come to see him. It had been hours, and his mind was rattling with what the two of them could have discussed. Was it treason he wondered, did they plan on replacing him with the weak willed Tommen or one his useless uncles?

"That was foolish. Trying to take advantage of that Stark girl, and dishonoring your wife" Tywin chastised after a moment of silence. He walked to Joffrey's own desk and sat down. " Rhaegar Targaryen did something similar once, and you now what happened to him of course?"

"You dare question me?"

"Eddard Stark was arguable your most loyal vassal before this. He would have gladly died for any son of Robert Baratheon. Now, we'll be lucky if he ever appears in King's Landing again. I was able to minimize the damage, I suggested a match between Tommen and his youngest daughter, among other things. In truth it's fortunate he even agreed, if he did not your situation here would be perilous at best."

"He disobeyed me, I should have his head!" Joffrey stated, seemingly ignoring his grandfather's statement. "There Loyalty matters not, if they act as traitors, they will be treated as traitors."

"The North carries the Loyalty of the Vale and the Riverlands with it, to secure your hold on the throne, we need the Starks. I wonder, If we took his head what do you think would happen? Would the North sit idly by. How about the lords of the Vale and the Riverlands who love Stark like he's there own. Would Mace Tyrell and Renly baratheon rush to our aid after you humiliated them? If Eddard Stark was Killed in King's landing, we would not be long to follow." Tywin spoke calmly

"He's a traitor, you're a traitor too. You disobeyed me." Joffrey said, as his grandfather looked at him with disinterest. "Do you know what happens to traitors?"

"If your father is any indication, they're given a Crown," Tywin Commented.

"You dare, I want you off my council!" Joffrey screamed. " I have no need for men who question me!"

There was a pause. Joffrey was breathing heavily by this point, his face was covered in sweat, and his blonde hair lay limply across his face. His mother grabbed his arm as if to pull him back, but she would not dare step between him and her own father.

Tywin rose to his full height. Opposing as he was, Joffrey took a step back as Tywin moved closer. He looked into his grandfather's eyes, who seemed lost in thought. After a moment, Tywin calmly removed his badge of honor, signifying his position as Hand of the King, and allowed it to drop to the floor before Joffrey.

"If that is what you wish, I have little desire to tie my legacy to you. However, before I depart, I am going to make a few things clear. Tommen shall be coming to Casterly Rock with me, Jaime shall accompany on my Journey back to the rock, and he may return upon our arrival. Your Uncle Tyrion shall stay here as a member of your small council and as my eyes in the capital, as your mother has proven unfit for such a small task. House Lannister shall no longer support the crown in any capacity, and within a moon's turn, I will expect the first payment on the debt the crown owes to casterly Rock. If you have an issue with any of this, i do suggest you remember who you're talking to. Is that clear, your Grace."

Tywin wors stunned Joffrey into silence, instead, the boy King simply nodded dumbly at his Grandfather, who seemed amused at his response.

"Good, but one last thing. Family or not, if you ever threaten me again, you will be replaced," Tywin walked through the door of Joffrey's chambers without another word.

Joffrey hated being coddled, he was not Tommen, he was the Crown prince of Westeros. Since his crowning he distance himself from his mother, he did not need the smallfolk whispering he was nothing more than a boy being controlled by his mother. He need to be strong, yet even he knew when he needed help.

In normal circumstance he would turn to his mother, who in spite of her many flaws, was always there for him. However these days she would not be much help, as unfortunate as that was, she was simply too unstable since he and grandfather had a falling out.

It was not out of the ordinary to find his mother in the company of two empty wine bottles and his cousin Lancel. At some point he would have to talk with her about her obvious alcoholism, but it wasn't a priority for him. Now that Jaime and grandfather had returned to the Rock, it seemed his mother had been on a downwards spiral that could only be treated with copious amounts of expensive wine.

It reminded him of father.

No, that wasn't quite right. His father was always happy when he was drunk, his mother was reminding him of his Uncle Tyrion, which was to say angry and sad. Either way he could not turn to her in his time of need.

"You understand of course," Joffrey spoke to his companion who seemed slightly amused. "With the four Wardens of the realm having failed at their respective duties, and the realm in desperate need of order, i am in need of a strong and qualified hand. The Starks, Tyrells, Lannisters, and Arryns have all failed me, so I ask that you take up the great responsibility and honor as Hand of the King.

"Your Grace," pearly white teeth widened to an almost innocent smirk, "It would be my honor to serve the realm," Petyr Baelish spoke with a grin, smelling faintly of mint.

"With what?"

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Next Chapter will be a Tywin POV and a Myrcella POV, followed by Joffrey's reaction to news of a rebellion and a wedding.