Nodded in approval

Cersei turns her head away from you as you catch the eyes of the head of the Tyrells. You wink at her signaling her to begin. You watch the old lady move like a magician of Qarth, using a sleight of hands to add the blue stone into the king's cup.

You thought about all the crazy activities that you and the foolish idiot king could get up to. You knew you and Joffrey could break in Olenna granddaughter, and make Sansa eat the double seed from the rose blossoming pussy. You and he could go over the sea to see the mother of dragons. Use your power to make the blonde princess bow and pass her right to the crown over to him. But what fun would it be to be his second in command? Why not aim higher? You thought.

Your mind twisting and turning with a million ideas. You knew that you could change the fate of the realm. But your cock wanted a taste of Margaery's flower. You would give her a little bit of your power, making her desire to please you. Your dick twitching in anticipation.

Joffrey begins to **** Tyrion in front of the entire kingdom. Talking about his height. Telling him to be his cupbearer. Tyrion seems like a beaten dog but mutters a few choice words that could get him killed. The feast pause in silence then Margaery garners everyone's attention by yelling out pigeon pie.

Joffrey cuts through the cake with his handsomely made sword. He raises a finger tasting the pie. "Where are you going uncle? Your still my cupbearer for my wedding."

"Off to bed my grace. All of the dwarfs might soon mount you, and I don't want to be here for that." Tyrion said.

Joffrey looks coldly at the man who slapped him all those years ago. "Bring me the cup uncle. I'm thirsty. Now, or soon you'll know why they call my sword Widow wails." He touched the rare steel.