Joffrey

You walk into your chambers, whistling.

You've had a good evening of executing traitors.

Now you wish to rest.

But suddenly, a hand clamps over your lips and you're **** to the ground.

Your Queen, Margaery, stands over you.

She places her booted foot on your neck and presses down.

"One word and I break your neck," she hisses. "Understand?"

You nod desperately, wondering what's going on.

Margaery smiles.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time..."