Joffrey

The guard's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

-Tywin Lannister, Your Grace is waiting at the door.

Joffrey honestly wondered what Tywin wanted from him, but he told the guards anyway.

-Let him in.

-Your Grace- Tywin said majestically.

He was as dignified as ever and looked at Joff scoldingly.

-Grandpa, how do you like it in the capital? You have been away from home for many years. Have you made yourself comfortable? – Joff asked, pretending to be nice and good-natured. Tywin's eyes, however, showed no emotion.

-Renly Baratheon has arrived at the castle, I guess we'll have to give him a nice welcome - his face was expressionless and he looked like a sky with gathering clouds and an approaching storm.

-Of course, we will do that - he smiled mischievously, sitting down in a chair and crossing his legs.

A few minutes later.

Joff sat on the Iron Throne when Renly Baratheon appeared in the Throne Room. Renly looked completely different than he did a few months ago when he was on the council. He was clearly depressed, and it certainly wasn't because of Stannis' death. He approached quite quickly and behind him stood a handful of his soldiers, and right next to him was a young, handsome knight and a woman. Probably his wife.

-Your Grace- Renly began. -I come to ask for the body of my brother, Stannis Baratheon so that I can give him a proper burial.

Joffrey made a sarcastic face and looked bored.

- Wouldn't your brother want to stab you in the heart, uncle? - he laughed.

-It's all about honor- Renly said indignantly.

-Luckily he hated you because if you had joined him, someone else would be begging for your head right now,- Joff laughed, stroking his curls.

He wondered how he could kill Renly without doing it quickly and humanely. What could have made him commit suicide or maybe he should have been torn apart by horses just like Robb Stark? Such a traitor did not deserve a good death.

Suddenly Tywin scolded his grandson with a look.

-You can keep your brother's ashes- he told Renly.

-The king will send them to you- he added.

Joffrey was starting to get bored. He looked at Renly's wife. She stood looking at her husband with dim eyes and did not seem happy with this marriage. He looked away for a moment. He then felt the woman looking at him curiously and then he decided to look at her. Their eyes met, Joffrey felt that the lady felt embarrassed and he did not expect that he would look at her with such interest. She was very beautiful and tempting. She had long, wavy light brown hair and tons of charm. Joffrey thought she was a very interesting woman. He decided to accost her.

-Lady, I'm sorry, I don't know your name, but I want to know what you think about sleeping in a traitor's bed.

The entire court was speechless at this question, and Lady Margaery blushed slightly but kept her face calm, and then, unlike her husband Renly, smiled calmly. She looked up and replied very politely. No one would have expected that you could react so calmly to such words.

Margaery bowed slightly, then looked at Joffrey innocently.

-Your Grace, I am Margaery Tyrell. In this world, women just do their duties- she bowed again.

Renly looked at her disgusted and then at the king, noticing their mutual interest, although Margaery seemed to be specifically avoiding Joffrey's eyes then.

-You'll get what you want, uncle- he added, bored

-Thank you, Your Majesty,- Renly replied and bowed. He then quickly left the Throne Room, probably glad he was still alive.

In the garden.

Joffrey walked with his royal guard through the gardens, enjoying the warm afternoon sun. He was still thinking about his fight with Grandpa Tywin in his chambers, but after some arrangements, he began to think about Lady Margaery again. Her voice was pleasant, like a gentle sea breeze caressing your body, and her eyes were the color of the blue sea. There was something about her that he had been looking for all day in women in portraits: grace, charm, pose, and elegance combined with a sweet and very feminine manner. Joffrey regretted that his uncle had even touched this woman, otherwise he would have invited her to his chamber long ago. She was very interesting, and Joffrey was sure that apart from this kindness and good manners, there was something else... something interesting that made her not boring and probably had a lot to offer. He had a strange feeling that Margaery was up to some challenge and that she was very passionate judging by her curves. Women like Sansa couldn't show it because they were ashamed... judging by the way Renly's wife was dressed, she was completely different. He would love to taste it.

Joffrey heard a woman's voice approaching the arbor. He saw Renly's wife getting into the carriage and being helped by a maid. Without hesitation, he decided to keep her for a while.

"Lady Margaery, please allow me a moment," he called to her and smiled warmly.

Margaery was stunned, as if she had seen a ghost. There was great surprise in her eyes. But she approached him, moving gracefully.

Her ample hips moved elegantly and her curly locks flowed in the wind, glistening in the midday sun.

She bowed low.

-Your Majesty- she said in her gracious voice.

-My Lady- Joffrey looked at her prominent breasts and then into her eyes.

-My Lady, forgive me for asking you such a question. I know you had no control over who you married. I feel sorry for you. Please forgive my arrogance.

-I forgive you, Your Grace. I wasn't angry, I understand what you think about your enemies' families. The world is becoming more and more uncertain, and I only did my duty-she added, smiling slightly.

Joffrey assumed the expression of a supportive knight, just like when he first seduced Sansa.

-You're right, Lady. But does it make you happy?

-What are you talking about, Your Grace?

-About your marriage.

Margaery fell silent. She tried to say something. She was surprised, but Joffrey gently caressed her lips, lifted her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes.

-The traitor's camp is no place for ladies- he added maliciously, staring at her with his lizard-green eyes. Margaery looked at him, terrified but intrigued. He definitely surprised her.