Joffery, in a half trance of your power

His evil face changed from former anger to a laugh. "Haha. Nice going. This is such a great joke. Did my mom put you up to this?" Joffery slowly came out of the frozen stutter that has held him for some seconds. He looks down at you and his beautiful golden-blonde mother. His older mother gives him a cold icy stare looking right into the core of his being. She seemed annoyed by how you still held onto her body. Joffery not moving to get his mom out of your firm grasp.

You smirk at Cersei. "Well was I put up to this Cersei." You said turning your head sideways in a quick motion towards the golden hair queen. Mocking her, while giving her an out to say this was a joke played by her. Making up a man with the powers to mentally domineering over everyone else in the throne room.

Cersei not being that brain dead said. "Yes, son. I did this. I thought this would be a great laugh before your marriage with the red rose." She gives you another condescending cold stare. You grin knowing that she is trying to play out your power as a joke. Only you and her knowingly the true story taking place in front of the king. Joffery hears what his mother says. He gives you a look of admiration and laughs at the prank. This must have been funny to see his guards do such a crazed act toward leaving the king completely unguarded.

Joffrey walks down the throne stairs. He continue to chuckle to himself as he said. "Who are you?" He approaches you and goes around to where his mother and you face each other. You realize how tall Joffery is for someone in their teen years of being eighteen or nineteen now. Getting his height from his true parentage. A slender man with short blonde hair and beautiful green color eyes that any female in Westeros would drop their knees just to fuck with the passion. A chance to breed a bastard of king seed. Something his father did pretty well with.

You turn your eyes to his hot mother. "Let my name be of no concern to you inbred bastard. But please make me one of your honorable guests for your wedding." You give her a sly smile to deepen her disdain for you. Her beauty seems like it could move mountains. It only excites your desire to keep touching her curvy hips and body. Her once open face full of contempt was slowly becoming less so for the handsome intruder who walks up the first set of throne stairs. A signal of you ascending to your top place in this world.

Cersei looks taken aback by your boldness in talking about her incestuous seed. To her surprise and horror, he said. "Yes yes. Very well. You shall have a seat..."

"Next to your mother," you said with your power overtaking Joffrey.

The words stopped leaving Joffrey's mouth, his head tilts slightly looking over at his blonde mother as if trying to fight back the powerful magic that is wrapping itself around his throat like a giant anaconda of invisible silk, working his vocal cords into saying what you wanted. You both stare into each other's eyes with Cersei showing her bewildered look. While Joffery's face seems in total bliss, that he could only say the words you craved.

The twisted king said. "Next to my mother during my wedding feast. So you'll be my honor guest."

You beam brightly feeling how easy it became. But you still saw more strings that you were pulling back and forth in your own clever way. It won't be until after some extra event that you finally control the Iron Throne for good. As it should be in a greater part of history when you look down at a growing charade of women under your thumb.