To The feast

You let the timeline playout but with you fucking Margaery at the end of the feast. You knew this was the best course of action.

The large sounds of the day play out. You watch the imp giving Joffery an old book about kings and other historical events. The vicious idiot King says he like his uncle's gift, then after receiving the rare sword, widow wail, from his grandfather Tywin, he slashes the book to pieces. You thought your decision through, putting to bed the idea of letting this **** cunt live the night out. Even though crumbling the Tyrells kingdom would be so amusing.

You sat next to Cersei Lannister hearing mumbles about why a man of no presumed nobility is sitting next to the queen. But the Lannister matriarch was lost in her own world of sadness and fear. Her thoughts were filled with the idea of her son's ****. Her eyes darting to the king as his face was bright with joy at the pain of the little people.

She turns her head towards you, her long golden curls falling over her shoulders. "How do you plan on saving Joffery?"

"Saving him? You think I want him alive."

"He is my son."

"And a vicious cunt. He is my queen. Sorry forget this little conversation, my Lion whore." She did that, forgetting your words.

You wore a fine suit of clothing removing your armor a few hours ago after the wedding wrapped up inside of the script. Cersei wore her house colors, a golden red dress that the peasants would kill to sell.

"Thank you for a great evening, my knight," Cersei said while looking at the red rose. A small unhidden destain spread across her lips making them appear very thin. "Your power of protection of my family makes you so overjoyed. Having you in my back pocket, my backup plan if anything goes wrong."

You grin knowing Cersei had no real power as the little people get thrown around by the vicious king. You thought about saving Tyrion from their taunts and ridicule. "Anything for the Queen, my lion. You're my top priority. If anything, we could bring the imp into the fold. He would make a great advisor, someone with his intelligence."

Cersei eyes narrow. "Why would we do that?"

"Because he has the mind and the wit that could match a lion's. We could use him to our advantage, a great addition to our side. He's your brother after all. At least the one with some brains."

Cersei tries to talk back. But you switch your power into gear. Looking her feel into her green eyes. "You are my slut. I have the power, you cunt. And when you watch your son die in the coming moments. You will sit here in horror. And let me do my magic. Is that understood? And if I want Tyrion in the council. He'll sit next to you."