To discuss boring things with him.

His mother was reading a letter when he arrived, looking very worried, even if she looked, as always, very very pretty in red and gold dress that showed off all of her curves. "Joffrey," she said as he entered, "good of you to tear yourself away from the Stark girls for a moment..."

Joffrey blushed at that, but then stiffened. "Well, Mother, they are the first pair of twins that I've had in my care, and that makes them in..."

Cersei rolled her emerald green eyes. "Northern twins, Joffrey. Not actual twins. All that means is..." She gave a disdainful sniff. "Well, it's not important, really. Just understand those Northerners don't have much to do, and so they do what little they can to the point of excess on those cold nights of theirs..."

Joffrey thought about saying that he'd seen that with the Stark sisters, but decided against it. Mother, after all, looked cross. Instead he stiffened and put on his 'paying attention' face, which always made her cheer up when she talked to him. Father had never paid attention to her, and that had made her sad, which is why Joffrey wasn't as sad that he'd been killed as he could have been. After all, even though he'd been a great king once, his father had gotten fat and old, and stupid before he died. Joffrey would be a much better one. He was young and handsome. And very smart. Mother told him so.

"Now, Joffrey," continued his mother, "we are in trouble. Your uncles have fled King's Landing, and taken up arms against us." Joffrey was puzzled at this at first, since his uncle Jaime was right here, and his ugly little uncle Tyrion had gone to see the Wall for some reason, when he realized that his mother met his _other _uncles, Stannis and Renly, both of whom Joffrey knew were boring and useless. "This is a great danger to us. Stannis likely means to contest us for the Iron Throne, and Renly has fled to Highgarden to get support of the Tyrells. And he's likely to get it as he's bug... good friends with Ser Loras Tyrell."

Joffrey frowned. He knew that his mother had meant to say "buggering" which of course, was very much the case. It rather bothered him at times, the way his mother treated him like a child. "Well, let them try!" he snapped. "I'll beat them both myself! With Lion's Tooth at my side!" He went to pull it from its sheath, and then realized that it was back in the weapon's wagon.

His mother quirked one blonde eyebrow at him.