Mychal walks into the royal chambers of the former King Robert, now King Joffrey now as he sees his brother seated on the couch with two king's guards behind him.
"Joffrey" Mychal greeted, crossing his arms at him, Ser Meryn Trant didn't take kindly to that.
"You will show your respect to your king" Meryn shows his sword to Mychal who rolls his eyes.
"Didn't you fight for our father? Trant '' Mychal asked, all the king's guard had their armour on, those that fought for King Robert suffered for it, few of them killed, the council left them be due to Robert returning before Joffrey was crowned king which caused confusion for everyone.
Meryn Trant flinches at that, looking to see Joffrey glaring at him.
"Enough Trant, Mychal" Joffrey turns to his older brother while holding a crossbow, loaded with an arrow.
"I believe we agree to speak in private," Mychal said, looking at the King guards.
"We are sworn to protect the king, especially from bastards like you" Meryn said, Sandor Clegane rolling his eyes.
"If I wanted Joffrey dead, I wouldn't have fought my father, Trant" Mychal looks at him, Meryn flinches at Mychal red eyes glaring at him.
"Leave us" Joffrey said to the King guard, the Hound just left without another word, Meryn looks like he wants to say something but the glare from the King stops him as he walks away but not before giving a warning look to Mychal, who ignored him.
Focusing only on his brother.
"Why did you do it?" Joffrey asked, generally confused at his brother.
"Fight Robert, you're aware we didn't like each other" Mychal said the obvious,
"Why save us? Me? "Joffrey said, being clearer with his words.
"Despite my feelings I don't want you to die" Mychal said to him, taking a seat in front of the king.
"Really?" Joffrey said, looking at him with shock.
"Tell me Joffrey, take away your crown, your birthright, who actually would help you?" Mychal asked him, Joffrey held his crossbow.
"Is that a threat brother?" Joffrey said, aiming the crossbow at him, but Mychal doesn't flinch.
"Do you see threats everywhere Joffrey? You saw everyone turn against you when Robert turned up, what stopped others doing the same, Tywin, Littlefinger, Varys" Mychal said about Joffrey's lack of power as Joffrey looks down.
"They would never do that, I'm their king" Joffrey said to Mychal, but his words aren't as full as before.
"So was Robert, yet they betray him nonetheless" Mychal said, as Joffrey puts down the crossbow.
"You need more than a crown to be a king brother, that's why I saved you" Mychal said, getting Joffrey's attention.
"I don't like you Joffrey, I know damn well you hate me, but that doesn't matter, despite our differences I never lied to you, can Cersei say the same?" Mychal asked him,
"Mother would listen to the king" Joffrey said, but his meaning said otherwise.
"She never listens to Robert, why would she listen to you" Mychal said, Joffrey always sees his mother fighting with father, she obeys him but only when he beats her.
And yet Mother still didn't obey Father, always doing something behind his back, the king's back.
"Do you take me for a fool?" Joffrey asked, look at Mychal.
"I do actually, so does everyone else" Mychal said, without hesitations.
"Everyone else, I'll have their tongues" Joffrey threatens, standing up.
"You might as well take everyone's heads while you at it, no one would say it but they think it" Mychal said, everyone who lives in the Keep knows how bad Joffrey is, they keep it to themselves but never say it out loud.
"Look for an enemy Joffrey, and you would find one everywhere" Mychal warns him, getting his attention.
"Take my hand brother, let me stand with you, raise you up against all the threats of the realm, with the Decepticons under you" Mychal said to him, Joffrey looks at his brother with narrow eyes.
"Father said never to trust a Decepticons, saying you are nothing but a con-artist that takes what you don't deserve" Joffrey said to his Mychal to smile.
"Another craven attack by Robert done to us Joffrey, to demonise us, calling us all sorts of names, each worse than the next, but his words created new meaning, now we wear is as a badge of honor, if speaking the truth is deception, then we are gladly guilty" Mychal said with pride, Joffrey looks at him, not sure what to think.
"You give me much to think about Brother" Joffrey said, but seeing her brother open his hand to him, Joffrey takes it anyway.
"All I asked is your loyalty," Joffrey asks Mychal, who smirks.
"And all I want is your respect to my Decepticons" Mychal smirks at him, Joffrey smiles as well, believing with Mychal's Decepitcons he will finally be treated as a king, but for Mychal having a King's ear would keep the council under control.
Joffrey believes he will control the Decepticons, if only Robert taught him more how to deal with people with hidden agendas.
"What would I do with Ned Stark, Mychal?" Joffrey asked Mychal, who shrugged.
"It's your choice Joffrey, Ned did try to take the throne, know whatever you decide it will lead to war, we best prepare for it" Mychal gives his advice, getting out of his chamber, leaving Joffrey with his thoughts.
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The following day was Lord Stark's confession. All he has done, after a week in the Black Cell, he would confess to a crime he did not commit. It is a shame he could have left if he had the chance, Mychal himself is aware of Robert whoring out.
Seeing many siblings around the kingdoms, especially King's Landing, Mya Stone, Mychal's older half-sister is in Vale, Mychal meet her once when he visited, getting her to learn under the Decepticons and is now leading Decepticon rangers and soldiers though the Vale's mountains.
Gendry Waters, his brother in the forge, he only helps by ordering weapons and armour from his master's store. He could have joined the Decepticon but he made his choice.
Edric Storm has joined the Decepticon's in the Stormlands, calling themselves the Decepticon's Stormcloaks, led by Ulfric Stormcloak. Leading the Decepticon to protect the Stormlands from bandits and other issues between lords and ladies, since Renly rather host parties then deal with the issues in the land, and he either in King's landing or High Garden despite being the lord of Storm's End.
Mychal's aware there are a few other half-siblings and he gives some of them an opportunity to join the Decepticon but they haven't made their choice yet. Mychal knows he has one half sibling in Dorne.
But they rather kept that to themselves, Robert isn't popular in Dorne after the rebellion. But she met Dark Star, helping him lead a Decepticon company calling themselves the Dark Sabers. Mychal should send a message to Dark Star, if the information from Edward and Garth is accurate then only Dorne will be neutral to the coming war.
But that's later, right now Mychal is waiting for Joffrey's decision regarding Lord Stark's treason.
During morning Mychal breaks their fast with the family, Joffrey couldn't stop grinning about the confession at noon. Blabbering about the setting, with the bells of the Sept ringing and there to give prayer. It would take place on the front steps of the Great Sept of Baelor Between Gods and men, for all could hear. There Joffrey shall give his mercy.
All Mychal did was raise an eyebrow on how dramatic Joffrey is making Lord Stark so called treason. But Cersei explains that Lord Stark shall take the black, and become a brother of the Night's Watch up North to protect the wall.
Once food was over, Mychal went to his chambers to change for the event, getting a more formal set of armour for the event.
Can't be too careful Mychal thought, once dressed he went to find his younger siblings but was greeted by my Cersei.
"Tommen and Myrcella will not be attending the event," Cersei said to Mychal, walking inside the castle.
"Wise choose they should not see Joffrey's mercy" Mychal said, eyes straight forward.
"Have faith in your brother, dear" Cersei said, getting a look from Mychal as he continued to walk, with Cersei following behind.
"Your brother is happy to see you showing your support" Cersei said, following her son.
"I'm sure he will get rid of me soon enough" Mychal said, Cersei frowning.
"Don't say that Mychal, your brother cares for you" Cersei said to him.
"So you say" Mychal said, not turning around
"As do I" Cersei said, quietly but Mychal heard her, looking back at her.
The stepping of metal boots caught their attention as Lannister guards escorted Lady Sansa. The young she-wolf wore a pale blue dress with a silver belt. Her fiery hair is tamed in a southern bun, and a golden Lannister necklace rests on her chest.
"Lady Sansa," Mychal greeted her.
"My prince," Sansa said shyly to him, and then faced the queen.
"Your Grace." Sansa curtsy.
"Come, little dove," Cersei said.
They headed to the courtyard with nothing else to be said, where a palanquin waited for the ladies, Mychal went to his horse and got on. Once the nobles were inside, the strongest men lifted them up and escorted them to the Sept of Baelor, with Mychal and his Decepticons following.
Mychal could hear Sansa thanking Cersei for sparing her father with Cersei assuring her how everyone will be fine and her father will still be alive and be taking the black, like her half-brother, she mentions.
Mychal sees the street have a part away as the royal palanquin makes it though, the people surrounding them nod and wave to Mychal who gives little acknowledgement back.
By the time we reached the steps, upon the black stones, a crowd had formed around the statue of Baelor the Blessed. Mychal looks to see Arya crouching around a statue's leg, luckily a Decepticon near stood beside her with ordinary clothes, both had their symbols out, showing their allergens with a Crow beside them. Edward warns Mychal about Yoren and he is convinced to take Arya with him, using the Night Watch they will take Arya to either of her brothers, Catelyn, or A Decepticon in the North. If anything didn't go to plan she would be taken to House Tully or another Decepticon Lord. First was to return Arya to the North, she would help the Decepticon defend it, a Stark as a Decepticon.
It wasn't long as two of the City Watchmen came out dragging Lord Stark to the Steps. He walked by his daughter, alongside Yoren and the Decepticon sighing in relief before taking his steps.
Lord Stark looks relieved when he saw the Decepticon symbol on his youngest daughter's chest. The crowds called him a traitor. The bells stopped ringing, and the crowd grew silent.
"I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King," Lord Stark announced. He paused, gazing upon Sansa, who nodded to him. He sighed, facing the crowd.
"I come before you to confess my treason in the sight of Gods and men. I betrayed the faith of my King and the trust of my friend Robert. I swore to protect and defend his children, but before his blood was cold, I plotted to murder his son…and seize the throne." Lord Stark announced, the crowd screamed at him. One had the audacity to throw a rock that struck the Stark's face.
Sansa gasped, stepping forward, but Mychal stopped her.
"SILENCE" Mychal orders, immediately everyone quiets down. His authority is still respected by the people of King's landing. Sandor stood behind and helped Lord Stark correct his posture, Arya was holding her sword but the Decepticon stopped her, shaking his head.
"Let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say," Stark continued, stopping him from choking the words out.
"Joffrey Baratheon is the so-called heir to the Iron Throne, by the grace of all the Gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Stark said to them, Joffrey smiles for a bit but frowns a little, gazing up, Cersei gives a reassuring nod, but Mychal just shrugs. Grand Maester Pycelle came over, waving his arms slightly to get the crowd's attention.
"As we sin, so do we suffer. This man has confessed his crimes in sight of Gods and men. The Gods are just, but beloved Baelor taught us they can also be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?" Pycelle looks at the king, all eyes went onto Joffrey.
Time to see what action he would take.
Joffrey raised his hand to calm the crowd,
"My Mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he will serve the real in permanent exile. And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father. But they have the soft hearts of women." Joffrey said, looking at Mychal.
"My brother only offers his support, believing a King should make his own decisions, and he is right, So long as I am your King, treason shall never go unpunished" Joffrey to them, those notice Mychal glaring at Joffrey.
Mychal didn't say that, glaring at him.
"Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!" Joffrey ordered.
Immediately, Cersei, Sansa, rushed to Joffrey to stop him. A Kingsguard grabbed Sansa while Cersei. Yet his green eyes focused on the horror written on Eddard Stark's face.
"My son, this is madness." Cersei scolded.
"Please stop, don't do this, Stop" Sansa begged while the Kingsguard held her back.
"Mychal do something" Cersei yelled at him, Mychal looks at Joffrey's face.
"It won't matter, our king made his choices, now we have to leave with the consequences" Mychal said, walking over to Joffrey.
"Put him down!" Lord Slynt Ordered. Two of the Kingsguard came over and forced Lord Stark onto his knees. Mychal walks over to Joffrey.
"I hope you are aware of what you're doing" Mychal said to him, knowing only Joffrey can hear him.
"I'm punishing a traitor," Joffrey said gleefully, Mychal shaking his head.
"Or a scapegoat" Mychal said, but he can see Joffrey doesn't care.
"The Lannister won't like this, Your grandfather won't like this" Mychal tells him, getting an enraged look from Joffrey.
"Grandfather isn't here" Joffrey growls at Mychal.
"Then you shouldn't make him hand of the king" Mychal said to him.
"War was happening no matter what I do, you told me this" Joffrey pointed at Mychal.
"Joffrey, your actions only gain another enemy" Mychal said to him, Mychal looks over the audience, seeing that Arya was missing, good best she being taken away from this tragedy.
Mychal looks to see Ser Ilyn with his executioner mask, prepping his sword but not his ordinary sword, House Stark's Valyrian sword, Ice.
Mychal hears Sansa begging, along with Cersei, Lord Stark gazing into the sky before bowing and accepting his fate.
In one fellow swoop, the greatsword came down, decapitating the Lord of Winterfell. Mychal can see the death of a friendship between the Baratheon and the Stark.
An alliance between Arryn, Stark and Baratheon, unstoppable together now comes to an end.
Silence everyone, only hearing noise of deception. Watching Stark's head falling to the ground, the body dropped limply as blood gushed out of what remained of his neck. The Kingsguard collected his body. Ser Ilyn bent down, gathering Lord Stark's head, and raised it into the air. The crowd cheered in applause as the executioner came over, bringing his head to Joffrey. Sansa saw this and fainted on the ground.
Mychal shakes his head at Joffrey grinning while holding Stark's head, the cheering of the crowd as Mychal went to pick up Sansa. The people of King's landing love seeing decapitated heads, it is sceptical for them.
A waste of time and resources to the Decepticons who all started to leave now, not finding any enjoyment in someone's beheading.
"Your right Cersei, my faith in Joffrey hasn't changed at all" Mychal said to her, as she looks on in shock, while Mychal carries Sansa away from her now dead father, taking her back to the keep.
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"Come on boy" Yoren said, dragging Arya away from the execution, but Arya still saw her father's blood on Ice and someone picking up her father's head. Arya sees her leader shouting at Joffrey but it's too loud to hear what is being said.
Why didn't he save him? Mychal said he takes care of her father.
"Remember you're a boy" Lamar said, behind Yoren as he made it to an alleyway. Lamar had one of the hair cutters cut all of Arya's hair, he gave her some boy clothes to hide, and no one has recognised her yet.
"Why didn't he save him?" Arya said, getting Lamar and Yoren to stop, Yoren put her down as they were away from the crowd.
"What do you mean?" Lamar asks, but Arya gets angry.
"Why didn't lord Mychal save my father, he said he would" Arya shouted, Yoren covers her mouth.
"Shut your mouth boy, words get attention" Yoren stops her from saying she is Arya Stark, Arya bites his hand.
"Oww" Yoren holds his hand in pain; Arya grabs her sword and points it at Lamar.
"Why didn't he save him" Arya threatens, Lamar holds his hands in the air.
"Arya, listen to me, I don't know why he couldn't save your father, but understand that Mychal isn't a god" Lamar said to her, getting her to lower her blade.
"He is a man, a great man but a man nonetheless, and men make mistakes" Lamar said to her, she begins to cry, Lamar quickly hugs her.
"But I know Mychal would have tried all he could to save Lord Stark, no doubt there" , Lamar said to her, reassuring her that Mychal tries his best but even he can't do everything. Lamar looks over to see Glen around the corner, spotting them.
"Lord Stark has more enemies than we imagined," Glen said, walking with Apples on his shoulder.
"Enemies, enemies" Apples chips, as the three look at him.
"Why are you here Glen?" Lamar asked, he shrugs.
"Just walking around, saw you here and wanted to say hi, heard their searching for that other stark girl around here" Glen said, giving them a warning that the gold clocks are looking for Arya while they were executing Lord Stark.
"Go, GO, Hide, Hide" Apples spoke, giving a more direct action, Lamar and Yoren nodded, and started leading Arya away from the event.
"Lord Stark made some powerful enemies, not just the Lannister's" Glen said, walking behind them, he was talking to Arya.
"Another made sure no matter what our Lord did Lord Stark would die and house Stark will go to war for it" Glen told her, as Arya narrowed her eyes at him.
"Who are they?" Arya asks, wanting to kill them, Glen looks around.
"It's not my place to say, however he's a little prick with a mocking jay," Glen said to her, not saying the name but giving a description to her, Apples flew to her shoulder.
"Little Pecker, Little Pecker, Little finger" Apples said to her, before flying back to Glen, Arya growled.
Now she knows the name of a man that wants to destroy her family.
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Sansa wakes up, feeling her sweating head as she falls down on her bed.
"Was it all a dream?" Sansa said, hoping it was true.
"Sadly it wasn't" A voice called her, Sansa looks scared to see Prince Mychal seated on a chair across from her.
"My lorddd" Sansa said frighten of Mychal, but he holds his hand.
"No need for that, and it wasn't a dream" Mychal said to her, tears started to gather from her eyes.
"You passed out since the execution, I apologise for you Father" Mychal said to her, Sansa sniffed her nose and tears began to leak.
"I have been abandoned," Sansa said to herself.
"Condemned for my father's doing and becoming a traitor" Sansa said to herself, Mychal shakes his head, seeing her father die is painful.
If she says otherwise, punishment would be the least of her worries.
But Mychal insure no one could spy on them,
"Your father was no traitor, only a good man caught up in this madness, trying to do the right thing" Mychal said to her, while he doesn't care much for Stark, seeing a poor man put into a role as big as the Hand of the King without much help.
But Mychal can still respect a man for doing the right thing instead of running away.
Sansa was surprised by this.
"Be careful with how you speak, everyone would see your father a traitor but those who know the truth will not speak out" Mychal explains to her, as he gets closer.
"You are free to speak however you want, no one would hear you, and I will try and keep you safe as best I can" Mychal goes to her, Sansa begins to cry.
Mychal is reminded of his younger siblings crying, remembering what to do; he put her in a hug.
"Don't hold back, let it out while you can" Mychal tries to comfort her, Sansa sobbed in Mychal arms, bowing her head as her tears fell out.
Mychal stayed with her for an hour until her tears dried up, Mychal gave her a wet rag to clean herself.
"Remember your training, Joffrey would see you as a play thing, he won't kill you, but he can hurt you however he likes" Mychal warns her, getting a look from Sansa.
"It's how Robert treated Cersei for years, when I'm near I keep him off you, but show no emotion, deny any reaction to your suffering, he will grow bored of you" Mychal said to her, Sansa nods to him, Mychal leaves her to her grieving.
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In the Great Hall, Joffrey had heard of a troubadour creating a new ballad in honor of his father. So, he sent the guards to fetch the troubadour named Marillion for this day. The dark hair troubadour was baffled as he was carried to the throne room. Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne with Cersei beside him as Queen Regent. Mychal and the Deceptcons stood in the gallery watching this, Joffrey had another announcement after this.
"Your Majesty," Marillion greeted with a bow.
"I heard you created a song in dedication to my father," Joffrey said.
"Uh, I have, Your Grace," Marillion confirmed.
"Well, let us hear it." Joffrey commanded.
"Be the first to hear of my late father."
Marillion was about to protest, so Ser Meryn came over and forced the man down on the ground and shoved the instrument on his Lap. Marillion hesitated, plucking a few strings, turning the instrument up.
"What's the bloody point of this" Marron Greyjoy said next to Mychal, he was bored so he followed Mychal into the hall, Mychal shrugs, not knowing or caring.
"For amusement" Mychal said back, Marron smiled watching this, as the Great Hall became silent.
"The boar's great tusks, they boded ill, for good King Robert's health.
And the beast was every bit as fat, as Robert was himself.
But our brave King cried, 'Do your worst, I'll have your ugly head,'
You're nowhere near as murderous as the lion in my bed.'
King Robert lost his battle and, he failed his final test,
The lion ripped his balls off,
And the boar did all the rest..."
Mychal smiles in amusement at the song, Marron had to hold his mouth to hide his silent laugh; the Decepticons hide their smiles at the song.
Joffrey didn't find it amusing as Mychal did. Cersei herself held back her disgust at how she was portrayed in the song.
Joffrey clapped his hands so others joined in the applause.
"Very amusing," Joffrey complimented. "Isn't it a funny song? Thank you for your rendition. I imagine it was better received in that tavern."
"I'm so sorry, you're Grace." Marillion apologised, picking his lyre up.
"I will never sing it again. I swear." Marillion begs Marron to smile at Mychal.
"I'm going to sing this song on my ship, sorry but I can't help it" Marron said to Mychal, just nod, not caring if the song mocks his late father, the poor bastard would laugh at the song as well.
"Tell me, which do you favour: your fingers or your tongue?" Joffrey asked, stopping the Decepticons' amusement.
"Your Grace…" the troubadour replied, confused.
"Oh shit" Marron said, Mychal narrowing at Joffrey.
"Fingers or your tongue?" Joffrey asked again.
"If you got to keep one, which would it be?" Joffrey said, Marillion hesitated as he thought of the decision.
"Or I could just cut your throat," Joffrey suggested to him, getting the poor man to talk.
"Every man needs hands, Your Grace," Marillion answered fearfully.
"Good. Tongue it is," Joffrey praised.
"Your Grace, please," Marillion pleaded. Two Lannister soldiers marched over and forced the troubadour onto the ground.
"Ser Ilyn, who better than you to carry out the sentence." Joffrey complimented.
The silent executioner nodded, pulling out a pair of tweezers and a dagger. Ser Ilyn marched to the pyre, using the flames to sterilise his tools for mutilation. Marillion begged for forgiveness.
"Your Grace, please, I beg of you. I won't sing it ever again." he begs as the Lannister soldiers drag him away from the throne as Ser Ilyn follows to cut off his tongue.
"Now that done, I will now choose my new King's guards" Joffrey said, getting everyone's attention but while still hearing the man screaming in pain as his tongue is cut off.
"Right now I'm short two King's guards, since Stark betrayed and…other matters that lead to it" Joffrey said, not wanting to mention Robert coming back to kill him.
"A dire need for new blood to join my guard, I require one who knows more about fighting than anyone else, brother" Joffrey said, calling out to his older brother Mychal, who walks forward in the centre of the great hall. All eyes are on him.
"Your Decepitcons have proven themselves during these confusing times" Joffrey said to him.
"I ask which two of your Decepticons deserved the honor of joining the Kings guards" Joffrey asked, getting a surprised look from everyone.
"But your grace?" Ser Meryn Trant tries to protect but Joffrey holds his hand.
"The kingsguard is appointed by the King Ser Meryn, and the Decepticon have proven their worth" Joffrey said, looking at Mychal who is silent to this.
Mychal is surprised by this, his talk with Joffrey to ensure the need of the Decepticons seem to work better than he thought, Mychal looks at his Decepticons as they all stand straight, looking to be chosen for the position.
"Ser Rion, Ser Maria, would you take this honor?" Mychal asked two Decepticon knights to step forward, walking toward Mychal then standing tall to Joffrey.
"We will Live and Die for you, your grace" Both Decepticons stand straight, armour and weapons ready for their duty, Joffrey smiles at them.
"These are your finest brothers?" Joffrey asked, with a mocking tone, but the three didn't react.
"Ser Rion is a leading soldier for many years, fought the hill tribes, bandits, even rouge knights, his sword is sharp as it is strong, Ser Maria is swift and graceful, killing many bandits and knights twice her size, cunning with her blades make her a deadly foe for your enemy" Mychal praise his Decepticon at they stand with pride, Joffrey looks impress with this, knowing Mychal never lies to him.
He insults him true but that's what brothers do, and Joffrey knows Mychal wouldn't lie to his face, something Joffrey believes he can manipulate.
"Then I welcome them to my guard," Joffrey said to them, as people began to talk.
"Your grace we can't have them into the King's guard, especially a woman" Ser Meryn said, as Cersei narrows her eyes at him.
"Are you doubting both my sons, your king and prince's decision?" Cersei said, as Meryn bowed his head.
"No you grace, but" "But nothing, Mychal chose to side with his family while you side with a dead king, don't you dare question it when your own loyalty is in question" Cersei said to the kingsguard as he lowered his head.
"We will have armour for your two, welcome to the Kingsgaurd" Joffrey welcomes them as they walk toward the Kingsgarud side, at the end of the line, standing ready to protect the king.
"I'm also without two masters as well, our Uncles Stannis and Renly seem to have abandoned their duties, Brother I wish to name you and who you believe this worthy to be my master of Law and Ships" Joffrey said, getting more attention to Mychal than ever before.
Mychal smiles at this, a start for the Decepticons' rise.
"I will become your Master of Law, and I cannot think of any man worthy to become the Master of Ships, that's Admiral Marron Greyjoy" Mychal accepted the role and chose Marron as Master of ships.
"Hahah Yeah Master of ships, good joke Mychal" Marron said, as everyone turned to see him.
"Wait, you're serious?" Marron Greyjoy asked, he thought this was a joke to fuck with the Decepticons.
"Yes, Greyjoy as a master of ships, good choice brother" Joffrey smiles as Marron starts to shake.
"By the drown god, my blonde king, my lord, Fuck yeah I get to be master of ships, Fuck yeah, The first Greyjoy Master" Marron cheered thanking both Joffrey and Mychal, as the other Deceptcon congratulate him, as he walks forward.
"Joffrey are you sure?" Cersei asks but Joffrey waves her off.
"It's perfect mother, Greyjoy loves the sea, and is perfect for the master of ships, don't you squid" Joffrey mocks him, but Marron smiles.
"You bet your royal ass, the sea is my master and my bitch, Now all of you bitches call me master now , bow, bow ya shits, I'm a master now, so bow to your master" Marron smiles , making a spectacle of himself, shouting at everyone to bow to him.
Some people laugh while others look at him in distaste, Joffrey just laughs at him.
"How amusing, a fool as well" Joffrey mocks with a laugh, Marron points back at him.
"That sexy fool to you, your grace" Marron said to him, Mychal smacked Marron's head, shutting him up as he held his head.
"Enough" Mychal orders, as Marron rubs his head.
"Haha, of course, of course, now I'm done for the day," Joffrey announced, standing up from the throne.
"I'll leave the rest of the matters to you, Mother." Joffrey said, walking away from the Throne as Ser Ilayn came back with a tongue.
"Why would you bring it here? throw it away" Marron said, finding the guy without a tongue holding separate tongue weird, Ser Ilayn grunts as he walks away.
"That guy is freaky, but my dick is hard for some reason, wonder if the mouth is better without a tongue?" Marrow wonders, as Mychal looks to see his brother talking to Sansa.
Sansa looks over to Mychal as he begins to walk over.
"Oh we're following your brother sure" Marrow follows as well, as they walk to the courtyard to the wall of heads.
"No, please, no!" Sansa cried, turning to run, but Ser Meryn stopped her. Joffrey walked over to the ramp, pointing at a specific head,
"This one's your father. This one here. Look at him and see what happens to traitors." Joffrey shouted with glee.
"You promised to be merciful," Sansa mumbled, refusing to look.
"I was, I gave him a clean death. Look at him."," Joffrey said.
"Please let me go home. I won't do any treason, I swear." Sansa shook her head,
"Mother says I'm still to marry you. So you'll stay here and obey." Joffrey said and bellowed. "Look at him!"
However they were interrupted by Marron Greyjoy and Mychal Baratheon walking in on them.
"What with everyone putting heads on spikes anyway" Marrow said, looking at the heads as Mychal walks forward.
"I mean, everyone puts their heads on the spikes like come on, do something different, it's all the same your grace, you need to do something new" Marrow said, getting Joffrey's attention.
"What are you on about squid, these are the fate of traitors" Joffrey repeated, but Marron shakes his head.
"My king, you know death is mercy right, now Lord Stark is dead, but his spirit still lives on" Marrow explains, as Mychal slowly pushes Sansa away, while Joffrey is distracted.
"People will know Ned Stark is the once best friend of the Late king Robert, now known as the traitor to his dear friend, but killing him off is too easy" Marron said to him, as Joffrey looks mad.
"What would you have done, squid?!" Joffrey asked with narrow eyes, as Marron smiles.
"I would have called him a fool, and told everyone to spread rumours of Eddard the foolish, a man who failed his brother the king and sent him back to north in disgrace" Marron said, Joffrey looks at him.
"Send him back, he is a traitor, wanting to seize my throne" Joffrey said, as Mychal shakes his head.
"Joffrey, think you fool, what kind of fool would walk into the throne room surrounded by Lannister's, the gold clocks and the Decepticons," Mychal asked him, Joffrey looked at him.
"A northern one" Joffrey said, thinking Stark was a fool, Mychal sign.
"Yes Joffrey, but why would he try to take the throne, when he is honourable and would never betray his brother, remember all Robert talks about his friendship with the Stark and their honor" Mychal said to him as Joffrey stops and thinks.
Robert always talks about the Starks whenever he drinks too much, Joffrey found it annoying and didn't put much thought into it.
"Well Father didn't know Ned Stark well enough" Joffrey said, trying to excuse the issue but Mychal shakes his head.
"Remember what Father shouted when he was alive, traitors everywhere" Mychal reminds him as Joffrey flinches remembering the day.
"Pycelle said he had too much milk of the poppy, seeing you as Rhaegar" Joffrey recalls Robert yelling at Mychal, calling him Rhaegar of all people.
"Yes but he also calls out Pycelle, Baelish, Varys and Cersei, but not Ned" Mychal said, telling Joffrey of Robert's last words, as Joffrey tries to think for a second.
"So the Stag king hates everyone but Ned, and only Ned betrays him, that suspicious don't you agree" Marron asked The Hound, as he watches Sansa leave and step away from Marron.
"Keep your fucken hands to yourself, before I cut them off," Sandor said to him, but Marron smiled.
"Ohhhh you sound fun to be with" Marron smiles at him, Sandor grunts. Joffrey snaps his fingers.
"Ned Stark was someone's fool to kill father" Joffrey snaps out, like he solves the world's problem, Mychal rolls his eyes.
"Really Joffrey, can't it be clearer" Mychal said annoyed with him. Joffrey slams his fist on his other hand.
"Sansa's Brother coming from the north, our uncles on the east and now traitors in my own castles, they will all suffer" Joffrey said, ready to kill them all.
"Be patient Joffrey, they kill Robert using Ned, they can do the same to you" Mychal said to him, Ser Meryn grabs his sword.
"You threaten the king!" Ser Meryn accused Marrow groans.
"By the drown god, you're a dumb fuck Meryn, can't you see Mychal warning his brother, the king, you did try to kill him when Robert shows up" Marrow Greyjoy points out, Joffrey turns to Ser Meryn as he quickly puts down his sword.
"Your grace I'm" "Enough Meryn, you're here to protect me, not talk" Joffrey orders, as Ser Meryn shuts up, turns to glare at the Decepticons.
"See he glaring at us, trying to scare us off" Marrow points out with a wine as Joffrey glares at Meryn who looks away as Joffrey turns to his brother.
"Traitors in my own castle" Joffrey said, but Mychal held his shoulder.
"Keep your eyes open Joffrey, these walls have ears" Mychal warns him, he and Marrow start to walk away, but Joffrey looks at them.
"How do I know you're not a traitor Mychal" Joffrey accuses, but Mychal smiles at him, looking back as Joffrey who stands back to see his brother smile at him.
"Now you're learning little brother" Mychal said with pride as he walked away with Marron, leaving Joffrey to his thoughts with the Hound and Ser Meryn.