The imp does

The little Lannister walks over to the fool king. Joffrey snatches the goblet which is his downfall in Tyrion's small hand. Jeffrey sneered at his uncle. He already preparing to do worse things throughout the night to his imp uncle. The blonde hair-splitting image of the **** that broods between the Queen and her twin on full sight for the kingdom.

The people of King's Landing more so believing that the honorable Ned Stark did lie about the **** that breed this worm into existence. You watch the king bringing the golden goblet to his lips after eating a piece of cake. He laughed about his little joke at his uncle's expense. Then everyone from the poisoner Olenna, to the paramour and the red viper, to the kind great grandfather, to Sansa Stark that Joffrey been treating nasty, Jaime trying to reach his son clawing at his neck, and to the mother who sat doing nothing. You stood up racing over beating everyone to the king.

Joffrey fell to the ground before you could catch him. His back makes an audible sound as you bend over lifting his head. His eyes and face turn an ugly purple color as you stare into his eyes. You whisper lowly. "I did this my king. I did this to you. Not the imp, not Tywin, but me. Your kingdom is mine. Your legacy is no more." Joffrey's fingers reach up to point the attention on you for his slaying but you stop him. You create a scene of sorrow as you press his accusing hand to your shoulder. With a few fleeting seconds of Joffrey life. You stick one more jab in there. "And your mother been fucking me, she has been my cum rag for weeks." Joffrey eyes are wide as he finally crosses over.

Your eyes went over to Tyrion, the Imp of the Lannister who is looking at you with shock and wonder. "What the hell..." He whispered as everyone was in a panic.

You shot your head up to see many reactions from the powerful people of Westeros. You see Cersei looking on with tragic on her pretty face, Tywin eyes find nothing showing in his green capable eyes, Jamie sat next to you holding his son, Olenna put on a mortified look the same as a truly shocking red rose Margaery, the red viper held his woman close, and Sansa... Was getting taken away by the former knight. You see the back of his cloak.

You point at him as three king's guards ran after him. Tyrion held the cup that killed the king. You motion him over. "Tyrion the king is dead. I think I know who had a hand in it."

Tyrion looks you in your eyes still on your knees. "Who?" A soft question voice from the green-blue eye imp. Not believing you already figure out who poison the king at his own wedding feast. You stood up looking around.

You gain all the attention of the nobles and lucky few poor people who were invited to this grand affair. The king is dead, and a new ruler is about to be chosen. Your eyes found Cersei's as she sits in complete silence, her body unmoving. You walk over to her.