Advice

Joffrey and the rest of the small council assembled in the throne room waiting for the tyrells. Joffrey was nervous he didn’t see Sansa anywhere thankfully he still wasn’t sure how to explain this and he wasn’t sure how Marcella would take it either for that matter while the two knew they couldn’t sneak around forever Joffrey just hadn’t expected things to end so soon.

“Nervous nephew?” Tyrion asked. “I’m fine uncle just thinking. “It’s quite alright every boy is nervous the first time they meet their soon to be bride I personally couldn’t imagine going through something like this even now but don’t worry you’ll be a wonderful husband.” Tyrion said giving Joffrey a smile and an awkward clap in the back due to his height and the fact that Joffrey was sitting in the iron throne.

“Beautifully said my dear councilmen.” Varys said. “If I may give some advice of my own don’t worry my liege the tyrells are more worried about impressing you and I’m sure lady sansa will understand.” Varys also gave him a smile both his uncle and Varys seemed to always be trying to help him he wondered if they genuinely liked him not just as king but as a person.

“Our guests have arrived.” Little finger said drawing jofferys attention to the opened doors of the council chamber.