Kingslanding, Throne room

Joffrey holds his crossbow gleefully as he wait for Sansa in his throne room, after hearing more reports from her stupid brother winning against him, Joffrey needs to make some kind of example and found the perfect target

The doors opened as Ser Meryn Trent had escorted Lady Sansa into the throne room with a few Lannister's soldiers. She appeared nervous as she was dragged in from her chambers. Since then Lady Sansa has been under house arrest and can't leave her chamber without two Lannister or Deceptions soldiers. Usually kept under Cersei's acute watch. A daughter of a traitor.

Sansa looks around the throne room with everyone around her, Lannister's men and noble ladys all watching her as she sees Joffrey holding a crossbow.

She kneels down to her knees instead of a curtsy. Just as she was about to stand up, Joffrey ordered her to remain down. Her eyes watered from the tone, then horror as Joffey stood up and raised his crossbow at the girl.

She opens her mouth to ask what is going on when Joffrey interrupts her.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest treason," Joffrey said, still focusing the crossbow on her.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part. You know that. I beg you—" Sansa pleaded but Joffrey turned to Lancel.

"Ser Lancel, tell her of his outrage," Joffrey interrupted, one of his King's guards spoke to a squire, he took off running. As Lancel stepped forward, approaching the frightened girl.

"Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves. Thousands of good men were butchered. After the slaughter, the Northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain."

The crowd gasped, murmuring about the news. Those with a brain didn't believe them but they see me as a tactic to lure the people in supporting the Lannisters. Joffrey adjusted his crossbow,

"Killing you would send your brother a message." Joffrey aiming at his betrothed, Sansa began to cry, bowing her head as if accepting death.

"But my mother insists on keeping you alive," Joffrey concedes, lowering his weapon. "Stand."

Lady Sansa complied.

"So, we'll have to send your brother a message some other way," Joffrey said, sitting down on the Iron Throne. "Meryn."

Ser Meryn Tran stepped down from the steps and approached the young girl. Everyone wonders what Joffrey was intending.

"Leave her face, I like her pretty." Joffrey added

Ser Meryn placed a hand on the girl's shoulder while his other hand formed a fist, punching her in the stomach. Lady Sansa gasped, bowing over, putting her arms over her abused torso, trying to defend herself. She cried, stumbling a bit, trying to avoid the next blow. Yet the Knight drew his sword and struck her on the back of the knees with the blunt side of the blade—the impact causing her to fall.

Ser Rion and Ser Maria, Deception kings guard glare at Ser Meryn. This is not the chivalry of a knight, nor a Westermen knight, Ser Barristan, King Robert, or any of the Kingsguard allowed this man to join their Brotherhood is beyond them. They will report to their Command of the Kingsgaurd when he returns.

"Meryn, my lady is overdressed," Joffrey said, as he stood up and walked over to the steps. "Unburden her."

The dishonourable Knight came behind and ripped the bodice of the dress. Lady Sansa sobbed, trying to keep the front of her dress up.

"If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder," Joffrey exclaimed, Ser Meryn drew his sword again.

"What is the meaning of this?" Tyrion demanded.

All eyes turned to the door where Tyrion, Bronn, Mychal and Edward stood. The young Deception squire panting from the sprint in fetching the Leader of the Deception and the Hand of the King. The men came over.

The crowd split as Tyrion, and his sellsword came over, standing beside Lady Sansa, as Mychal stood forward.

Meanwhile, Ser Meryn sheathed his blade.

"What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?" Tyrion seethed.

"The kind who serves his king, Imp," Ser Meryn countered rudely.

"Careful, now. We don't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak," Bronn warned. Mychal glares at him which shuts him up but turns to Joffrey.

"Someone gets the girl something to cover herself with," Tyrion said.

It was the Hound, Sandor Clegane, who removed his white cloak and wrapped it around the girl's shoulders. Meanwhile, Tyrion walked up the steps towards the throne and stared Joffrey in the eye.

"She is to be your queen. Have you no regard for her honor?" Tyrion scolded.

"I'm punishing her," Joffrey said, with a tone.

"For what crime? she did not fight her brother's battle, you half-wit." Tyrion asked.

"You can't talk to me like that. The king can do as he likes," Joffrey whined, walking towards the throne. Tyrion took another step up,

"The Mad King did as he liked. Has your Uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him?" Tyrion warms the King, Mychal smirks.

Joffrey sat down, glaring at his uncle. Ser Meryn stepped forward hand on his sword,

"No one threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard." Ser Meryn states.

"I'm not threatening the king, ser. I am educating my nephew." Tyrion corrected the Knight as he glanced over to the sellsword.

"Bronn, the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him" Bronn stared at Ser Meryn as the dishonourable Knight returned the gaze with caution.

"That was a threat. See the difference?" Tyrion sarcastically asked, Mychal lends a hand to Sansa, she looks almost shocked at Mychal hand.

"I apologise for the king's actions, and my own" Mychal apologised, seeing he should have protected her better, picking her up as he was about to lead her out.

But Varys walks to the side with a message in hand, whispering to the King's ear. Joffrey grins, turning to his brother.

"Wait brother" Joffrey calls out, stopping Mychal and others, Mychal turns to him with a glare.

"What is it, your grace?" Mychal asked, Joffrey smirking, standing up while presenting Varys holding a message.

"It seems you've been getting messages brother, messages that my master of whispers deem…treachery" Joffrey spoke to everyone looking at Varys, who looked nervous seeing two Deception Kingsgaurd glaring at him.

"Whatever message your brother has received I'm sure it's nothing" Tyrion tries to stop whatever Joffrey is doing, see Varys holding a note. Joffrey grins, turning to Varys.

"Well then let's see if it's nothing then, Varys" Joffrey holds his hand out, Varys looks concerned as he slowly hands the message.

CLAWK

But a raven snatched the paper from his hand, scaring him as the raven flowed around to Mychal's shoulder, grabbing the paper before handing the raven to Edward.

"No your grace, allow me" Mychal states, showing everyone he will read without hesitations.

"Nephew" Tyrion tries to stop him but Mychal doesn't stop as he clears his throat.

"Mychal Baratheon, a great injustice has been done to our family and house, the Lannister have stolen the Iron Throne. Your siblings Joffrey, Mycelia and Tommen are bastards born of incest of Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Bend the knee and support my claim to the Iron Throne" Mychal states, everyone looking shocked at Mychal casually mention treason and bastardy to the king, smiling as he continues.

"Help me take the Iron Throne and I will restore you place in our house, I'll even name you my heir until a son is born, help bring the Seven Kingdoms to order, sign your Uncle Stannis Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms" Mychal finished looking at Joffrey with a smile to his shock look as is everyone else.

"Seems Stannis wants your help against your family nephew, but we won't send a raven back" Tyrion states, trying to help his nephew away from Joffrey but Mychal doesn't stop.

"Oh no Uncle this will go with my other offers" Mychal states as Tyrion and Joffrey widen at other letters in his pocket, people looking confused at what Mychal is doing.

"You have more!?" Joffrey asked in shock and a little fear as the sigils he sees on the papers. Mychal looks at each message, before picking one.

"Yes, let's start with this one. To my beloved nephew, tragedy has fallen to our house. I won't tell you the details but you are one of the last members of the Baratheon household. This makes you the only one with a claim to Storm ends and the Storm lands. Help reclaim the iron throne and not only will you be lord of Storm's End and Warden of Stormlands but you give your choice of a Stormlands or Reach bride, and you have quite a selection of betrothed dear nephews. That and more if you support your family, sign your favourite uncle Renly Baratheon King of the seven kingdoms" Mychal read Renly's letter for support, pulling another letter with the Stark's sigil on it. Sansa looks at the letter with some hope.

"My friend Mychal Baratheon, a great injustice is happening in the seven Kingdoms, the Lannister plot against the throne and the seven kingdoms itself, The north has suffer to much of the south after everything my father Ned Stark done for Robert Baratheon, and Joffrey has taken his head for it. The Lannister have done both you and the north wrong, I ask for your help for our northern independence. Together we can save both the north and the south from the Lannister Tyranny, restore your birth right and greet you as a fellow king in arms. Together in our fathers friendship we can save Westeros as two kingdoms. Sign Robb Stark, King of the North" Mychal finished the message from Robb Stark, as Edward gave him another message.

"Oh another message from our Master of ships, my lord Mychal, it seem by father Balon rocks for brains Greyjoy is now going for King again, don't worry few lords are happy in joining my crusade, and I found my sister and brother too, you interest in either of them, cause I don't trust my father in finding them a good husband or wife. Will return to King's landing soon, with love your shark of the seas and great master of ships Admiral Marron Greyjoy" Mychal finishes a new letter for the resident Master of ships turning to everyone.

"Oh all things, that last one does surprise me" Tyrion mentions, as Mychal hands him the pages. Turning to a shocked Joffrey.

"As you can see your 'grace' I receive messages from Stannis, Renly and Rob Stark, all seeking me and the Decepticons aid, one speaks of justice and a possible heir to the throne, another Lord Paramount, a castle and a choice of bride, while the last one offers the throne itself" Mychal states, walking forward glaring at Joffrey who steps back, his King's guard gets there swords ready but so do the Decepticons.

"Which one would you choose? Your grace? if you were in my place?" Mychal asked, glaring at him with a grin, Joffrey looked unsure, gripping his crossbow.

The throne room is tense with silence as both brothers wait for the other to respond, Joffrey looking unsure with Mychal showing it all without fear and Mychal waiting for whatever action Joffrey will bring. Mychal is just begging Joffrey to attack as he slowly goes to his mace.

But Tyrion cuts the tension as he stands between them.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Tyrion shouted, cutting the tension as the King and Decepticon leader looked at their uncle, the hand of the king.

"We are in a time of war, our enemies seek to divide us" Tyrion looks at Mychal and so does Joffrey.

"Killing each other now will only benefit them, do you want to keep the throne or not" Tyrion states to Joffrey who winces by putting down his crow bow, then to Mychal.

"Nephew, many will promise you riches and titles in a time of war, while it is tempting you need to know everyone is watching you and if you switch hands now you lose your standing with everyone else" Tyrion warns Mychal who only smirks in response.

"Don't worry Uncle, I would never abandon family, only reminding you how lucky it is I chose to be here, right you grace?" Mychal asked, looking at Joffrey who glare at Varys but looks to Mychal

"Of course brother, just checking the loyalties of my council, these are hard times we live in, send a raven to Marron for the news of Balon Greyjoy, which you didn't mention" Joffrey stares at Varys.

"Your grace.." Varys tries to apologise but Joffrey waves him off.

"Leave eunuch" Joffrey dismissed, walking away with his King's guard following, as everyone else started to leave. Mychal turns to Sansa with Tyrion leading her away.

"Tell me the truth, do you want to end this engagement?" Tyrion asks but Sansa shakes her head.

"Joffrey is my one true love" Sansa said, Mychal nods.

"Then I will give your Decepticon guards, ok" Mychal states, Sansa nods as he walks away with the ladies following.

"She might outlive us all" Tyrion mentions, Mychal nods as he looks at him.

"When were you going to tell me about these messages?" Tyrion asked with a crossed look, Mychal shrugs.

"My messages, my business uncle, don't worry I won't join them" Mychal states, walking away with his Decepticons as Tyrion signs looking at everyone with Bronn next to him.

"Your nephews are backed up, clogged from balls to brain" Bronn states, seeing both the king and Decepticon leader acting up, Joffrey threatens Lady Stark and Mychal trying to start a fight.

"You think dipping their wigs will cure them of their ailments?" Tyrion shrugs.

"No cure for being a cunt" Bronn states, making Tyrion smile as he thinks about his nephews, maybe a few whores will help them both, Joffrey never being with a woman and he not sure why Mychal hasn't laid with one at all.

Tyrion will give a good gift for the both of them.

LINE

Stormlands

Ulfric Stormcloak stands in the middle of the two brothers of House Baratheon, becoming the mediator and the neutral party of this meeting, hopeful they get their act together.

Ulfric doesn't approve of either side, seeing Renly Baratheon in green antlered armour, hardly seeing the young Baratheon ever won a fight let alone lead an army. However, seeing Stannis with some red priestess, speaking of a red fire god and changing the Baratheon sigil again but with a foreign religion, and from what he heard him burning the Seven now.

What would Lord Steffon Baratheon think of his two sons?

"Lady Stark I thought not to find you in the Storm lands" Stannis seeing the widow of Ned Stark here with Renly Baratheon, he should have mentioned it but thought she wasn't relevant to this.

"I hadn't thought to be here lord Stannis" Lady Caitlyn greets back, Renly looks at his brother.

"Could that really be you?" Renly mocks his brother.

"Who else would it be?" Stannis asked, Renly pointed at Stannis' sigil.

"When I saw your standard, I couldn't be sure. Whose banner is that?" Renly asked. Stannis shook his head.

"My own," said Stannis, Renly smirked, looking smug.

"I suppose if we use the same one, the battle will be terribly confusing," Renly said, as though making a clever joke. "Why is your stag on fire?"

The red woman smiled, and Ulfric felt like a predator looking at her prey.

"The king has taken for his sigil the fiery heart of the Lord of Light," she said.

"Ah, you must be this fire priestess we hear so much about," Renly mocked. "Mm, brother... now I understand why you found religion in your old age." He added a lascivious eyebrow wiggle.

"Watch yourself, Renly," Stannis growled.

"No, no, I'm relieved. I never really believed you were a fanatic. Charmless, rigid, a bore, yes, but... but not a godly man," Renly went further. The red woman huffed.

"You should kneel before your brother. He's the Lord's chosen. Born amidst salt and smoke," she said, her eyes gleaming slightly. Renly snorted.

"Salt and smoke? What is he, a ham?" Renly asked with a laugh.

"That's twice I've warned you," Stannis growled.

"I hope no battle can come from this." Ulfic refused, trying to bring peace between brothers.

"Listen to yourselves. If you were sons of mine, I would knock your heads together and lock you in a bedchamber until you remembered that you were brothers!" Catelyn Stark scolded them. Ulfric stared in disbelief at Lady Stark in shock.

"It is strange to find you beside my brother, Lady Stark. Your husband was a supporter of my claim. Lord Eddard's integrity cost him his head, and you sit beside this pretender and chastise me," Stannis bit back, his eyes steely and hard.

"We share a common enemy," Catelyn Stark emphasised.

"The Iron Throne is mine by rights, and those who deny it are my enemies."

"The whole realm denies it from Dorne to the Wall! Old men deny it with their death rattle and unborn children deny it in their mothers' wombs," Renly taunted. "No one wants you for their king. You never wanted any friends, brother, but a man without friends is a man without power."

"Bend the knee to me, brother." Renly said arrogantly, showing off his strength.

"Never, as I am the older and you the younger, and I denounce you as a usurper." Stannis argued.

"The Targaryens called Robert a usurper and he was able to take the shame." Renly states but Ulfric gets annoyed.

"The Targaryens had a madman for a king and a fool for a prince, but Stannis is right by the laws of Man and Robert ruling Stannis is the next successor to the Throne" Ulfric states between the two.

"It should be your grace Ser Ulfric" Stannis mentions but Ulfric shakes his head.

"Not while Joffrey is on the throne" Ulfric said, not calling anyone king unless they take the Iron throne.

"Please, my lords, be reasonable." Lady Stark tried to convince them, but they would not listen.

"Your son is no less a traitor to me than my brother, my lady. And I will deal with Robb in due time." Stannis said to Lady Stark, but Ulfric stopped him.

"We are not here to speak of the Stark but of Baratheon" Ulfric gets them to focus on the topic at hand.

"You may have the greater right to the throne, brother, but I have the bigger army." Renly said, reaching under his cloak.

It causes Stannis to reach for his sword, but his brother brings out a peach.

"A peach, brother. Our nephew is all too familiar with the tastes of the Reach and it's harvest." Renly offered, looking at the Decepticons in questions.

"Careful Renly" , Ulfric states, holding his Decepticon symbol.

"I did not come here to eat fruit." Stannis resorted.

"A man should never refuse a peach, because life is too short and, as the Starks say, Winter is Coming". Ulfric stops Renly.

"Enough threat Renly, you set a dangerous precedent, whoever has the bigger army gets the thrones? that would drive us to civil war" Ulfric points out, but Renly shrugs.

"The North already declared for Robb as King of the North, it seems civil war has already started" Renly said but Ulfric shakes his head.

"Talks with the North can be made after taking the Throne" Ulfric said, looking at Lady Stark who frowned at him.

"You are my blood, despite our differences. If it's Storm's End you want, then I will give it to you." Renly offered.

"It's mine anyways." Stannis replied.

"You refused a peach, a castle and neither you nor Ulfric even came to my wedding." Renly states.

"I was busy managing the Stormlands, while you marry a woman you scheme to replace Cersei, you did nothing for the Stormlands as Master of Law" Ulfric said to him and to Stannis.

"And you do nothing for the Stormands in Dragonstone and as Master of ships" Ulfric glares at the two Baratheon brothers.

"Your father would be ashamed of you two, fighting now when the Lannister's take everything" Ulfric states, Renly glares at Ulfric.

"And what of you Ser Ulfric, joining my nephews Decepticons after I appoint you steward in my absence" Renly spoke out,

"Mychal Baratheon is the only one who answers the call for aid, helping our people farm and making trade deals to increase our coffer, what have you done since you went to King's landing?" Ulfric said, Renly to tighten his lips.

"Law isn't easy in King's landings you know" Renly complains to him.

"Not when you're hosting parties and balls" Stannis mentions turning to Ulfric.

"My duties to the Stormlands isn't enough, I admit that but I will being order after I take the Throne" Stannis states turning to Renly

"I will give you one last chance until dawn to pledge your loyalty to me. In return, I will grant you a seat on my council and name you my heir, until a son is born to me, If you do not bend the knee, then I will destroy you." Stannis said, giving the ultimatum.

"With what little army you have, brother. I have the power of the prominent houses of the Stormlands and the Reach behind me, even your wife's House Florent have pledged their loyalty to me. What is present is only the vanguard, but 100,000 are still on foot and will arrive soon enough." Renly brags about his forces.

"If those soldiers can make it, without being immobilised by Dornish spears or the Lannisters nearby," Ulfric suggested, shaking his head.

"For the loyalty to House Baratheon, you two must unite and take the throne, once the war is over then will discuss who claims the throne" Ulfric trying to get some peace between the two.

"It's unfortunate, you couldn't pledge your loyalty to a better king, my friend. It is sad we have to meet each other this way, and to potentially fight each other. My nephew isn't getting the Iron throne anytime soon, " Renly said, but Ulfric only stared at him.

"Lord Mychal doesn't need a crown or a throne to rule" Ulfric states glaring at Renly, Stannis nods.

"Mychal will have a place in my council" Stannis states, Renly stares at him.

"Please brother, you don't know our nephew's ambitions, his political mind is better in my court" Renly brags as Ulfric glares at the two.

"We'll see Renly, come the dawn" Stannis leaves as Lady Melisandre looks back, staring at Lord Renly in a gaze.

"Look at your sins, Lord Renly." She said, in a melodic tone, as she followed behind Stannis, leaving Renly and Ulfric.

"I love him once" Renly states as Ulfric shakes his head.

"Renly fighting will only benefit the Lannister's, make peace with your brother and take back the Throne together" Ulfric said but Renly glares at him.

"Make peace under some Decepticon rule, rather let Stannis rule then let a bunch of peasants rule with my disgrace of a nephew" Renly states, letting his true thoughts know as he leaves is the others as Ulfric glares at the remaining Baratheon members leaving with the Reachmen and a foreigner religion.

"It seems house Baratheon has lost their way, forgive me old friend, perhaps your grandson is your only hope" Ulfric spoke with his memories of Lord Steffon Baratheon, father of Robert, Stannis and Renly. And Grandson to Mychal and Shireen.

"We can't give up my lord, we must speak to them alone, make them see past this and talk without insults" His second in command Galmar Stone-fist states, Ulfric signs.

"I'll try; we need to fix this before they come to blows" Ulfric states, both Storm clock Decepticon try to make peace in the Stormlands before it is too late.