The day of the purple wedding

A few days of people rushing toward getting Kings Landing ready for the royal wedding. The idea of seeing the young king dying, makes you a little happy even though, you and Joffery have been fucking a few of Tyrion's former whores together.

She has been providing you with fuck me eyes after the little spell you put into her little whore mind. You had a few things to decide during this day. This is a major event that is going down.

You could save Joffery and reveal what the old rose is planning to do to Cersei's son during the feasts. **** the Tyrells to show their hand. Maybe go see little finger before the matrimony between the blonde hair bastard and the sweet Margaery Tyrell. Tell little finger his only way to the crown is by putting his faith in you. Maybe let the **** happen and **** Cersei to not point her finger at Tyrion. Possibly permit things to play out as they did. A lot of ideas float in your head as you put on your armor, and grab the Valerian steel sword that Tywin Lannister gave you after you compel him to.

You walk down to the busy castle seeing Shae and Sansa sitting together. The old rose walked over to her as you knew what is about to happen. You walk over smiling at the old woman before she could snatch a rock of poison from Sansa's neckline.

"Hi there Lady Olenna."

Her head turns to face you. "And who are you..."

"I am..."

"Oh yeah, I heard a few whispers about you and our soon-to-be former graces." The old woman with a headdress on said trying to cut through your core. "Many men had seen you coming from poor Cersei's room. Most thought only Jamie was permitted to go through her two doors."

"Ah, Lady Olenna, always one step ahead in the game of words. Your spies keeping you well-fed. You've got me there though, but you know how whispers can exaggerate. I assure you, my visits to Cersei's room were purely for," you hold a long pause." discussions about the realm's politics. Although, I must admit, even Jaime's charm might pale in comparison to the intrigue I have in our future former queen."

Lady Olenna raises an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Intrigue, you say? Well, I suppose politics can be quite the aphrodisiac for some. But do tell me, what grand plans were you hatching behind those closed doors? Was it more than just talk of taxes on the poor and alliances with other cowardly northern men who slain people at weddings?"

"Ah, Lady Olenna, you underestimate the power of stimulating conversation. Our discussions ranged from the stability of the Iron Throne to the intricacies of court fashion. As for grand plans, well, Cersei must have her secrets, and Cersei and I were simply indulging in a bit of strategic speculation."

Lady Olenna chuckles, her headdress shaking slightly. "Strategic speculation, indeed! And I suppose the strategic speculation led to those enigmatic smiles you both wore whenever you emerged from her chamber?" You grin knowing you did leave Cersei beaming ear to ear.

"Ah, the enigmatic smiles, those were simply the result of exchanging witty banter and clever observations. You know how it is, Lady Olenna when two sharp minds engage in verbal jousting, the sparks can be quite electrifying."

Lady Olenna leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Electrifying, you say? Well, my dear, I've had my fair share of verbal jousts in my time. It takes more than just wit to leave a lasting impression. Tell me, did Cersei find your company... memorable?"