The Babyish Sentence

"I have a suggestion, Your Grace," you say, holding up your hand.

Renly looks to you. "I am listening, Brynden."

You nod and say, "You want Joffrey to be humiliated before he dies, correct?"

"Yes, that is the idea," Renly confirms.

"Then why not **** him to do a Walk of Shame around the city?" you propose.

Several of the people at the table seem surprised by that suggestion. The rest just seem amused. Renly is one of the latter. "As humiliating as that would be, I doubt anyone in the city would want to see that blond bastard naked."

At that, you smirk. "When did I say he would be naked?"

Now Renly is perplexed. "Explain your meaning."

"What is something you would not wish to be seen in?" you ask rhetorically, "Even more so than being seen naked?"

Renly takes a moment to think on that, and then he says, "A gown?"

You chuckle, partly because you would not be surprised if Renly HAD modeled a dress himself before today. "That WOULD be embarrassing for a man, but not for a woman. What is something that neither would wish to be seen in?"

Renly thinks harder, but is unable to think of something more humiliating than that.

"Let me give you a hint," you say, "It is something we have all worn at some point, namely during our first couple years in this world."

This time, Renly quickly realizes your meaning. "Are you suggesting we parade Joffrey around the city in nothing but a nappy?"

"I am," you declare, "Think about it: what could possibly be more embarrassing than THAT?"

Renly lightly nods his head. "You do have a point. Yes, I can see how that would be even worse than going about naked."

"I like the idea," Robb declares. He then smirks and adds in, "After all, once Joffrey realizes that he is being led to his ****, he is liable to shit himself, anyway."

Everyone in the room laughs at that. You grin and fold your arms as you wait for them to stop. Once they quiet down, you add in, "And while we are on this subject, why not **** Cersei to endure the same fate? After all, she is guilty of treason and regicide. Even if she is not to be executed alongside her son, she deserves to be similarly humiliated."

"I absolutely agree," Catelyn announces at once, "I do not think myself a cruel person, but Cersei has brought this on herself."

"Hear, hear!" Sansa declares.

"Then it shall be done," Renly announced, "Within a few days time, Cersei and Joffrey will be paraded around King's Landing in nothing but nappies."

Everyone voices their unanimous approval of this decision.

Margaery then leans over to you and whispers into your ear, "Clever thinking, Baby Boy," and she pats your own diapered bottom through your trousers in the process.