Yes, Your Grace, and what a wonderful victory it was.
As you wish, my King, I will make sure that everything is set for us to be wed in a week.
ooc;
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. -sob- lol

Yes, Your Grace, and what a wonderful victory it was.
As you wish, my King, I will make sure that everything is set for us to be wed in a week.
ooc;
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. -sob- lol

Ser Lancel. I was just beginning to wonder where you took off to.
Amusing. Now then, you tell me, what do /you/ like better? Your life or that of your wife’s?

The time since I have last seen you seems all too long, My King. Have you been kept terribly busy by this tiresome war?
Oh yes, my lady. But the matter of greater importance is that I have finally won, as can be observed by our recent betrothal.
Now that there is nothing to get in our way, I wish for us to be wedded as soon as the following week.
Then you’ll find that your crown is going to grow heavy on your head, your grace. But where are my manners? Didn’t I marry and gave birth to traitors?
I know I shouldn’t but in, but I sometimes pity you, a mother who did everything but could not predict that her own children would grow so rebellious.
Mother, please, I don’t need your help! But our lady Catelyn here would do well to remember that the king is not to be mocked. She’s lucky enough to still be alive as it is.
(Source: lupusfluvium)
king-joffrey-baratheon started following you
…Joffrey. How…delightful.
/YOUR GRACE/. I’m the king now. Don’t let that traitor of a father of yours confuse you.
I wonder. Why don’t I feed you some and you tell us all?
That is in case I feel gracious enough as to keep you alive for so long.
You have quite a nerve to be facing your king as the mother and a wife of traitors.And you have quite a nerve to follow me back, your grace. I was only being polite, but I’m afraid you don’t know what that means.
I am the king. I don’t have a need in being polite!
king-joffrey-baratheon started following you
King? [snorts] A lie. You’re no king, not by the laws of this realm or any other.

I beg your pardon?
I am the eldest son and true heir of the deceased king Robert Baratheon, while you are nothing more than a traitor who’s head is soon to be put on spike.