Summoned by the King

From your seat, you watched as Ser Brom rode out against the Peasant Boy. The boy sat on a mount that looked more comfortable pulling a cart than carrying a rider, and his lance looked like a rotten branch off of a tree rather than a weapon in a joust.

Your discomfort only mounted as the joust began and the boy just... you gasped and fell back in your seat.

The boy was unhorsed, with his lance falling to pieces on the ground, and Ser Brom's lance broken off in his gut. The boy released a fountain of blood and died, as if his armour were made of cuts of paper instead of metal.

Though many hooted and hollered in satisfaction that blood was being spilled, you noticed there were eyes upon you and looking down you found the reason; your majestically sized breasts had again broken free of their confinement and bounced freely. You blushed in humiliation and struggled to push them back where they belonged.

A servant, wearing the King's personal sigil of a Lion and Stag under a Crown, approached you and asked you follow him to the King. King Joffrey smiled at you and bid you to sit with his future bride, Sansa, and himself. Of course, you happily sat with him, even if some voices in your head whispered he only wanted to see your tits again.

You wonder, quietly to yourself, why the Peasant Boy had such by poor quality arms and armour. Poor as he was, many people of humble standing had been given relevant and good quality equipment by the Crown, the King wanting a large display of martial prowess and competition during his first hosting of a tournament. When the Peasant Boy is declared dead, you turned to see the King's reaction. He clapped madly.

"Good show. Here," he leaned over his fiancee to drop something cold and metallic into your cleavage, "ten Dragons, a reward for your son's performance." The gold warmed against your skin quickly, but you still shivered, which shook your monumental milkbags for all to see, though this time they stayed inside your dress.

The process of removing the dead Peasant Boy is slow and you distract yourself by talking with Sansa Stark. She enjoys embroidery, lemon cakes, and reading the Classical Romances. She flashes you a scandalised look when you name your favourite Romances, she claims that they're debauched pieces, banned in the North by her Mother. King Joffrey overhears and asks you to forward the names so he can have Sansa read them, as he will unban them in the North.

He goes into a rant about Catelyn Tully being a restrictive traitor and you take a moment to consider what Sansa said. Debauchery? What was she meaning by that. Surely the King's Bitch was a good and proper story that taught Ladies to submit to their Lord. And Beloved Broodmare explained how it was right for a woman to give her husband as many children as her womb can give, and not to complain if he must seed another if the lady is barren.