Joffrey had done as he had promised - and called for her.
With the Hound at their heel, as well as her wolf, Lyall, Prince Joffrey took Iona on a tour, through the Red Keep. This included the dungeons. At the very heart of them was a torture chamber. It held a number of different devices, all for inflicting horrendous pain upon criminals. It was perfect. At some point, Iona would have to pay a visit to use them.

That was all they did, before parting once again to dine with their families.
Iona sat at the head of the table, opposite her father, with her sisters either side of her.
"How are you finding the weather, Sansa?" Iona asked, making conversation and breaking the awkward silence.
"Delightful, but I am yet to become accustomed too it. We must do something about our wolves though. I think they are suffering."
"Yes. We must. Perhaps getting them sheared would benefit them?" Her father, Lord Stark suggested.
"Sheared? They'd look ugly. Like the Prince." Arya huffed.
Iona threw her a glare. "Watch your tongue. We are not safe here."
Ned shared a knowing look with his daughter. He understood it as his daughter caring about her families safety, and that she was looking out for them, being smart enough to know the truth, when in reality, all she was concerned with was convincing her family that she cared, as to not reveal her only true care in the world; herself being Queen one day.

As soon as she was done eating, not wanting to make polite conversation any longer, she excused herself and retired to her bedchambers.
Taking a torch this time, she returned to the tunnels, and found her way to Joffrey's room - making sure to remember the route.
It was much easier than in the darkness, but Iona would make sure to improve her skills of moving around in it - it would someday prove a useful skill to have.
Lightly, she placed her ear against the door, having heard something coming from the room. After a few moments, she could make out a muffled voice. She could not decipher any words, but she could tell who it was. Cersei.
Spinning on her heel, Iona quickly made her way back to her room. Tomorrow, she would speak to Joffrey. It was time that Cersei started to realise that she now belonged in the background.

Mid morning, after she had broken her fast, Iona had readied herself to go into the City. She had made her father aware of it, but aside from him, no one else knew of her plans. Unfortunately, she had to wear one of her dresses, so that she was recognisable.
Only asking the company of Jory, as her 'protector' they left the castle. She would have rather left Jory behind, but it was her fathers wish and besides, she needed someone to witness what she was about to do.
Leaving the castle, she quickly added a Kings Guard to her party - as she realised she did not know her way around the city.
"Flea bottom, my lady?" The guard asked, surprised by her request.
"Yes, would you show us the way?"
"It would be unsafe-"
"What would be unsafe, Ser, is if I was to find it myself. It is not the poor that I should be scared of"
The knight in his golden helm nodded once, before setting off, urging Iona to follow. As she walked the streets she made mental notes of directions. She managed to see how most people's faces lit up with surprise as she walked past them. They already knew who she was - good. The transition from the streets of Kings Landing to flea bottom was astounding. Jory spoke like a true handmaiden, much to Ionas amusement "My lady, your dress"
"Can be cleaned." The poor of kings Landing did not know who she was, but were taken aback by the kind smiles that were given to them as she walked past. Someone of nobility, willingly in Flea Bottom? Unheard of.

Seeing a mother and a child, resting on the dirt floors, Iona stopped, dead in her tracks and slowly crouched down, so that she could be eye level with them.
Looking sorrowful, but smiling gently at them both she said. "Hello, I am Iona Stark."
"Good day, m'lady."
"No, no, no need for that." Noticing the wiry state of them, she asked a question she already knew the answer to "Have you eaten?"
"Cannot afford to m'lady." The mother admitted, her face overcome with embarrassment.
"Is there not a soup kitchen that you could visit?"
The small shake of the woman's head caused Iona to frown.
Looking at the child, she smiled warmly. "What is your name?"
"Elyssa,"
"We cannot allow anyone to go hungry - especially not someone as young as Elyssa, can we?" Iona stated to anyone who was listening as she stood up.
"The Prince will hear of this, I will arrange for a place of shelter, and a soup kitchen to be built. Though I have nothing on me now, I will come tomorrow with food, and blankets. Spread the word. In the square not far from here, I will be there tomorrow to welcome all in need."

Many fell to there knees, and many made cries of thanks.
Iona smiled graciously. This was going as well as planned. She ignored Jory's arguments, and revelled in the crowds. Any smart woman knew that you had to win over the love of the many, and in this case, the many were the poor.

"A soup kitchen?" Joffrey asked in disbelief, saying the words as if they left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Yes," Grabbing his hand as he paced, and pulling him next to her she replied, "If you are to be King one day, you must give the people reason to love you."
Tentatively stroking his cheek, she continued, "Though the pleasures we enjoy in private, if you want to rule happily, and for many years, we must convince them that you are kind, and giving."
"Fear is the key to ruling."
"No, The Mad King ruled with fear, and look where that got him." Iona argued. "Just trust me. Though we do revel in the pain of others, and like to watch people suffer, we do not think that in public!"
"So you expect me to give to these people, the filthy people to make people like me."
"When you give something, people are forever grateful. If you supply these people with food, it will allow them to live - and they will be in your debt - they will remember that you gave them life. If they do not like you, it gives them reason to rebel, and even with armies, the rebels will always win."
He leant in to kiss her, and smirking, she shot up, and walked back towards the entrance to the tunnels.
Sighing heavily, in frustration, he said, "I will do as you have asked. As heir to the throne, I can do whatever I desire. If you are wrong about this though..."
"I won't be, my love. Trust me."