"Did you hear? King Joffrey tamed a dragon."

  "No, fool, he tamed the Mother of Dragons herself."

  "Hah! I stood there when he summoned holy fire to his bde. The sight was glorious! Truly, the greatest King to ever grace the world."

  "I heard King Joffrey can lift a mountain with his bare hands."

  "Naturally. He carries the strength of Baratheon blood."

  "And they say he's unmatched with women. One of Chataya's girls swears she's fallen for His Grace's... prowess."

  "Even my wife speaks of it too much for my liking... and I hate it."

  Rumors spread across King's Landing. Some true and others utter exaggerations. But that was Joffrey's pn from the beginning. It didn't matter if Daenerys had the dragons as long as the people saw only him as the true King; Only adored him as the almighty and wise.

  Furthermore, the rumors were fueled by Chataya and Melisandre's efforts too, ensuring the word spread not just in King's Landing but every major city in Westeros. From the cities, it was natural for the same rumors to trickle down to every corner of the realm.

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  While the city buzzed with rumors of the King's grandeur, a small gathering took pce in the celrs. Joffrey, Daenerys, Tywin, Ygritte, the entire Small Council, and almost fifty Kingsguards and Gold Cloaks gathered together. There were also a few nobles from Crownnds since inviting them was easier and faster.

  Thud!

  Sandor Clegane and Ser Jaime brought over a wooden crate, chained from all sides. Carefully, they set the crate on the floor, revealing a metallic cage inside.

  "Grrrr…"

  Inside the cage was the wraith, growling at the trace of light around and trying to stand up but was unable to with the cage being so small. Its flesh was fully decomposed, leaving behind only a skeleton and some old clothes.

  Many gasps left the lips in the celr. Joffrey, though, walked closer to the cage with interest. He felt no fear, but rather amusement and interest in how such a thing could exist. What magic was behind it? What gave the wraith its energy? Dragons were living creatures with hearts, so it made sense. But what powered these dead creatures?

  The god of death? The Stranger?

  "H-How do we kill this thing?" Lord Redwyne.

  "Fire, dragongss, and Valyrian steel," Joffrey replied and gazed at Daenerys' shocked face. "I supposed Dragonfire too."

  Although Joffrey wanted to try to stab the thing with his sword and test means of killing, he only had one wraith and didn't want to waste it. The real showcase was still remaining as the major lords of Westeros would only have received the raven now.

  "Were there more of these?" Joffrey asked as he looked at the red-haired wildling woman, standing farther to the side beside Val.

  "Thousands… Too many to count. Too many to fight. We barely made it out, most of our men lost," Ygritte answered, her voice sullen and rough. "Jon died st, grabbing the wraith and saving us time to retreat. Without him, I wouldn't be here."

  Wonderful, I shall remember his sacrifice for half a day. Joffrey ridiculed silently. The entire North had become his pything by now. Being the sole man responsible for the end of Starks and many more great houses.

  "Jon's sacrifice will be… honored." Joffrey showed false emotions and focused back at the Wraith. "Val, bring me the torch from the wall."

  Val moved, her armor cnking. She grabbed a burning torch from the wall and brought it to Joffrey. But instead of leaving, she stood right behind him to the right, close enough that she could whisper.

  "So, what do you think?" she asked in a hushed tone.

  Joffrey hummed and gnced at Ygritte again. Lithe, not much to her bust or ass, but her red hair and that wild feral face were as if begging to be fucked and subdued.

  He nodded in appreciation. Don't worry, Jon Snow. I'll take good care of your wildling whore.

  "Fancy another redhead?" Val whispered.

  Joffrey almost coughed and tried his best to not chuckle. "If you can train her well, that is."

  "Oh, that's easy."

  "I look forward to it then," Joffrey replied and started waving the burning torch near the wraith's cage.

  "Wraaaa!"

  The wraith reacted instantly, showing signs of heightened hostility as well as a hint of fright.

  "Normal bdes are useless. Even in pieces, it would still crawl. We'll save the real spectacle for the great gathering of lords. Sandor, bind it and take it away." Joffrey ended the little showcase since it was only meant for Daenerys.

  "And these are just the foot soldiers?" Daenerys asked.

  "Mindless beasts, that's all they are. The White Walkers—now they are the true power. They can raise the dead, turn them into their soldiers, and wherever they go, the world freezes at their feet. Their singur strength could crush a dozen Gregor Cleganes." Joffrey stepped closer to Daenerys, his voice dropping. "And yes, they can even turn a dragon into one of their undead abominations. But their weakness is the same—Valyrian steel and dragongss."

  Shock and fear registered on Daenerys' face. She knew very well that without her dragons she was nothing. Without her dragons, she only had the Unsullied loyal to her.

  "I'll have armor forged for each of your dragons. They'll not fly into battle unprotected on my watch. And you—train harder with your dragon riding. Make sure the other two obey you as well. We can't afford a mistake during the battle, let alone a dragon-sized one." Joffrey warned her and stretched his hand to her, a sign of confidence.

  Daenerys grabbed Joffrey's hand and followed her husband out of the celrs. The two walked into the gardens since it was a sunny day and discussed various matters. For the most part, Joffrey advised her how to conquer Sver's Bay since she was going to return to Meereen very soon.

  "You command the Dothraki now—use them. Demand tribute from the cities nearby, not in gold, but in food. Food is the most important commodity in Sver's Bay because freed sves need more of it than what they've been fed until now. Put them to work—mines, ships, towns, roads. Let them earn just enough to buy their meals. It's not about riches; it's about making them feel they belong. As for the old masters? Kill every st one. Generations of wealth have rotted them—they won't change, not in ten lifetimes."

  Daenerys diligently listened to him and memorized his advice. She had not an ounce of doubt in his abilities anymore. Without dragons, Joffrey had tamed the Seven Kingdoms and conquered Lys and Tyrosh. What was there not to admire?

  "So I should join the economies of the three cities?" Daenerys asked.

  "You should do that and more. Join the economies, and wipe out the rotten culture left by the old masters. Svery, the pillow houses, and anything that was a result of forced svery. But that doesn't mean an outright prohibition on pillow houses. Keep the fighting pits open, but allow smallfolk to compete for money. Greed will entertain the folks, svery is not required. Everything hinges on a bance, Daenerys—A ruler must be feared, but not rule by fear. The rich should cower in your presence, while the smallfolk should adore you."

  Daenerys smiled and suddenly shifted closer to Joffrey as they walked. She hugged his arm and looked up at his face in silent veneration.

  Joffrey noticed it and ignored it.

  Keep admiring me, Daenerys. You need no one but me in your life.

  Later that same day, Joffrey accompanied Daenerys to the dragon pit as she decided to leave right away. He showed concern for her since her womb carried his seed. He wanted the child to be born at all costs.

  "You should wait, I'd love to go with you, Daenerys." Joffrey held her close between his arms, his hand caressing her shoulders. "It's dangerous for you to travel that far alone."

  Daenerys smiled softly and caressed Joffrey's face. "Don't trouble yourself over me, Joffrey. You have your own mountains to climb here. I'll follow your guidance and rule Sver's Bay properly and stabilize it before we march North."

  Joffrey nodded and pulled her closer against his chest, holding her frame so warmly and tightly. As he loosened his embrace, he kissed her lips in a slow, smooth, and gentle gesture. "Be safe, Daenerys."

  As Daenerys climbed Drogon's back, Joffrey walked closer to the prone dragon and patted over its snout. "Take care of your mum."

  Woosh!

  Drogon exhaled through his nostrils as if confused as to why this human wasn't scared of him.

  "Write to me!" Joffrey shouted, taking a step back. "Do not hesitate to seek my help. I would send my entire army to Sver's Bay if necessary."

  Daenerys waved her hand and steered Drogon. The entire time she gazed at Joffrey as if scared of losing his sight.

  "Thank you, husband."

  Woosh!

  And just like that, the dragon flew away from the pit.

  Thank you? For what? Joffrey stood there confused. And husband?

  ####

  As the night fell, Joffrey retreated to his bedchamber to rex for the night. Discarding his clothes, he stepped into the prepared bathtub with hot, steaming water. Of course, his maid specifically tasked with his bath, Mhaegan, was there too.

  And that evening, the way Joffrey made her scrub him was a little unorthodox. While he y in the tub, arms spread out over the edge, he had Mhaegan disrobe fully and straddle him, taking his hardened cock in her flower, down to the hilt.

  Then, she was to slowly ride him, face to face, while scrubbing and massaging his body. Joffrey liked it as he got to admire her fantastic tits that although cking nectar now, retained their size. Besides, she wasn't ugly by any means.

  "Slowly, Mhaegan, we have time."

  "As you wi-ish… Your Grace." Mhaegan gulped and pursed her lips, taking on King's considerable size was a challenge that she loved to face. Feeling so full, scorching inside her core, his pulse matching hers, it almost made her delirious.

  The water didn't spsh since Mhaegan moved back and forth in gentle waves, only squeezing and stretching his length with her motion and tight cunt. Her delicate, small hands scrubbed his scarred skin slowly, at times squeezing his shoulders to give a massage.

  Taking complete freedom of his status, Joffrey caressed Mhaegan's curves, feeling her hips under his hands, and at times her soft breasts.

  "Did anyone trouble you in my absence?"

  "No-oh, Your Grace," Mhaegan cooed, staring at her King in devotion as she rode him. Every single time she rubbed her hips forward she felt his cock strike deep, beyond her limits. The sudden tinge of pain always vanished in insane pleasure at that threshold.

  "Were you properly compensated monthly?"

  "Aye…"

  Joffrey relished her squirming yelps. It had been so long since he st bedded her, and it was hard to forget the first time he took her in that brothel. Mhaegan had a small, but special pce in his life. A sort of trophy to rub it against the memory of Robert.

  "How is Barra?"

  Mhaegan smiled and leaned forward as the King cupped her breasts and pulled them. She presented her teats for him to taste and halted the scrubbing for a moment.

  "Oh… Um, she has started walking… and talking, Your Grace."

  "Hmm…" Joffrey popped her pale brown, button-sized tight nipples in his mouth, flicking each with his tongue one at a time. He sensed how it made her fuck herself harder on him, milking him with a need. But perhaps it was more about her own needs.

  Knock! Knock!

  "Your Grace, Lady Melisandre seeks an audience."

  A Kingsguard's voice came.

  "Let her in," Joffrey ordered and rexed in the tub again. He captured Mhaegan's waist as she tried to get up. "Ignore the intrusion, and keep scrubbing… and moving."

  A little ashamed, but confident in his command, Mhaegan resumed fucking herself with gyrating hips, her hands busy cleaning him.

  Melisandre walked in, draped in red as always. She didn't even react to Mhaegan fucking herself on the King's cock. "Your Grace."

  "What brings you here?" Joffrey asked rexedly.

  "The Lord of Light has granted me a vision, Your Grace. Your very presence has set the Great Other's champion to unease. The Night King hastens his advance, far swifter than we dared to foresee. The Free Folk must be brought South, or he will swell his ranks to uncountable numbers, and the night will fall eternal."

  Joffrey nodded, pulling Mhaegan into his chest as he felt she was close to her climax. He was a gentleman when it came to pleasure after all, and let her thoroughly plunge her cunt with each move.

  "F-Forgive me… Your Grace… Ah, oooh… I'm so close…"

  "Don't worry. Go wild," Joffrey replied and allowed her to hug his neck tightly, completely ying her weight on his chest while her hips rose and fell, spshing the water everywhere. Her moans filled the room erotically, and even Joffrey thrust up to aid her peak.

  Yet, he wasn't even close, nor did he pn on spilling inside her that evening. Instead, he turned his head towards Melisandre. "Would you mind fetching me a cup of wine?"

  "Serving you is my duty, Your Grace." Melisandre obediently filled a cup with wine and handed it to Joffrey.

  "Aaaaaah… Oh, Seven! I craved this… T-Thank you for this… Your Grace!"

  The spshes grew louder. Mhaegan jumped on his p, smming her tight cunt over and over across his length, loving the stretch he gifted, and the passion-filled flexes of his cockhead that tickled her deepest part.

  Aye, she used to be a whore. Aye, she had seen other cocks. But ever since Joffrey had cimed her, her cunt had all but one master—her King.

  "Mmmmh…" Mhaegan cried at the creeping bliss. She felt waves of warmth rise inside her core, spread across her fully as the tugs and stretches of convulsions filled her up. Doing it with him after so long, he seemed bigger than before.

  Although she'd been fucked by her King in far more plundering ways before, this time it felt something more. The way he showed concern for her well-being made her feel needed. The way he asked about Barra made her feel safe.

  Truly, she felt she could let herself go. His invading girth didn't feel invasive. The rare tugs of pain his cock's strikes gave her didn't feel unwelcome. She felt like no whore, but a simple woman duty-bound to please the King.

  Yet, the King pleased her.

  Spsh! Spsh!

  "Oooooh! Seven~" Mhaegan longingly cried out, her belly sank in and her pussy twitched, inner walls lost in the climax. Her hips lost momentum as she fell down hard, taking his sizable need to the hilt, riding the spasms of her release with tight grips.

  Lost in arousal, she fell on his chest, her soft mounds fttened. Her lips daringly locked with her beloved King. She invaded his lips and savored the fvor of wine. Her pussy writhed, sore, and squeezed with delight as Joffrey's arms wrapped around her small waist and his lips plundered her mouth in response.

  "Mmm…" She moaned in extreme pleasure. This went beyond mere physical stimution. This felt mentally rewarding to her.

  Joffrey amusedly welcomed her needy kiss and let her sip some of the wine he had in his mouth. It felt hot, a proper way to enjoy a nice bath. A worthy evening for a king.

  His hands vishly kneaded her ass, pulling her harder on his cock, reaching a depth he was sure she'd feel. Unlike her, he was far from finishing, after all.

  "Ah… Forgive me, Your Grace."

  Joffrey chuckled and rexed back again. "Let's resume it then."

  Mhaegan quickly resumed massaging and scrubbing Joffrey. But she felt so sore from her previous climax that every minor movement made her moan. It felt burning hot inside, his pulsating cock, every vein scraped across her sensitive walls. But she pursed her lips tight and did her duty.

  Joffrey then focused back on Melisandre. "I'll discuss the wildling matter with Lady Stark when she reaches here. As for the Night King, nothing changes the fact that I'll have to face him. It matters not when. But I'm someone who desires total victory, no matter how slim it is. Tell me, Melisandre, how far have your people spread inside Westeros?"

  "We are at every corner of the realm, Your Grace."

  "Excellent. Have your people send me reports—numbers of men each noble house can raise. When the war against the dead begins, I want the realm bled dry—gold and soldiers both. Let the Crown be the st strength standing when the storm clears." Joffrey decred his wish to her. "I will have total rule, absolute monarchy. No wardens, no lord paramount—just lords and dies bowing to me, as they should. That is how the Seven Kingdoms will kneel as one empire, so we may turn our gaze beyond the sea."

  Melisandre straightened her back and nodded in agreement. "I shall gather the information, Your Grace."

  "Good," Joffrey replied and shifted a little. Hands on Mhaegan's waist, he lifted the woman with ease and freed himself. He stood up in the tub, his bulging cock dangling before Mhaegan's face. "Finish with your mouth, Mhaegan. I should go to sleep after that."

  Quickly, Mhaegan rose on her knees and put her trained lips to use. She already felt the twitches of his cock and the movements of his balls with each plunge of her tight mouth. She hastened to give him what he desired.

  "I shall speak with you tomorrow, Melisandre."

  The Red Woman pced the wine jar aside and stepped backward towards the door. Not ruining the King's aroused moments, she silently left the bed chamber.

  Back in the room, Joffrey grabbed Mhaegan's head and began thrusting his hips, eventually spilling and filling her throat with a thick load of his virile batter. He kept fucking her face until she swallowed him whole, proving to him how deep her submission went.

  He fucked her face until her brown hair became a mess. He pumped his stained, sticky shaft in until her lips became sore. Even long after his climax, he drew pleasure from her.

  Good investment. He thought just as he pulled out of her mouth for good.

  "Wash yourself and leave," Joffrey ordered her and stepped out of the tub to put on clothes.

  He didn't wait for Mhaegan and went to rest in the bed alone. Normally he'd never sleep without company, but that night he just wanted some rest alone. For the past few months, he'd been stuck with Daenerys, going through one life-threatening incident after another.

  Let's get serious from tomorrow. I need more pawns to sacrifice.

  ####

  The next day started with a pleasant surprise.

  Joffrey had just sat down on his throne to start the court when Tyrion whispered to him great news. Theon Greyjoy had returned with his sister, Asha Greyjoy. The two were awaiting an audience with him.

  About time you did something useful, Theon. Joffrey smiled and resumed the court as usual, wanting to keep the Greyjoy siblings waiting and guessing their fate.

  One after another, Joffrey listened to the pleas of the smallfolk and nobles in his court. Occasionally he helped and at times when he sensed deceit and lies, punished the petitioner. It was a lengthy day, and close to lunch, he finally called for the Greyjoy siblings.

  Meekly, Theon walked in at the front, still so scared of Joffrey that he never looked towards the throne. But behind him, his sister walked proudly as if she owned the pce. Taking rge steps thanks to her equally long legs, she surveyed the crowd with her sharp eyes. Her body was lean, her hair cut short, her face thin, and a sharp nose. Certainly not a beauty like Sansa or Daenerys, but closer to an untamed one like Ygritte.

  "Welcome to King's Landing, Asha Greyjoy." Joffrey disregarded Theon's presence but still rewarded him with a flicker of attention. "You did well, Theon."

  Thud!

  "Thank you, Your Grace." Theon fell to his knees.

  Joffrey nodded and stared at Asha, waiting for her to kneel. He knew the woman was prideful, but he had no pce for pride in the women he'd eventually bend all over the Red Keep.

  "It's…" Asha knelt down on one knee, a gesture mostly reserved for men and knights. Women usually raised the hem of their skirts and bowed their heads. "It is an honor to meet you."

  I still see defiance. Not for long.

  "I sent Theon to help me mediate with your father, and he brought you. I know your uncle has taken over, but is he truly so foolish as to disregard the looming threat over all of Westeros?" Joffrey asked her pinly.

  "Your Grace, my uncle is ambitious, evil, and cunning. He cares not for anyone but himself, for which he even killed my father to take the throne. He wishes to conquer Westeros and become the new King. I don't believe he fears the Mother of Drago—"

  "Daenerys Targaryen is now my consort, Asha Greyjoy. You would do well to show her the respect she deserves. The threat I spoke of is real—the wraiths, the White Walkers, creeping from beyond the Wall. Before you sneer in ridicule, I have caught a wraith and it sits within the castle. For the same, I have called for a great gathering of lords. You shall see it too, my proof of the doom we face." Joffrey stood up then and walked down from his throne. "You will find refuge in the Red Keep until then."

  "Your Grace, may I have a word with you?" Asha suddenly requested.

  Joffrey didn't even gnce at her as he strode forward, his Kingsguards trailing behind. "I am leaving to train with my bde, Asha. You can follow, but be quick."

  As Joffrey expected, the woman followed behind all the way to his private training ground. Joffrey didn't ask the Kingsguards to leave this time and began training, discarding his tunic and baring his bde.

  Woosh!

  Joffrey began a few practice swings to warm himself up. "You can speak now."

  "Your Grace, I still have men loyal to me at the Iron Isnds. Not all of them follow Euron and his delusions of grandeur. I seek your aid in reciming my ships and my crew," Asha requested, showcasing an unusually feminine side of herself.

  Too unnatural, however. Joffrey saw through her ruse and shook his head.

  "I do not desire conflict, Asha. Is your uncle so incapable of diplomacy?" Joffrey asked, even though he knew the answer already.

  "Never. Euron's a madman, through and through. He thinks the world's made to kneel before him, that he's born to rule over all. Targaryens, dragons, it matters not—he sees everyone as beneath him. That's why he's so cruel, so senseless. He does it not for gain or reason, but because he can. Because it amuses him."

  So passionate? Joffrey knew she wasn't exaggerating, yet it felt like she was.

  Just then, the door to the training grounds opened and Joffrey's favorite, olive-skinned bed warmer walked inside in all her curvaceous glory. The mere sight of her was enough to make his cock swell. Taena of Myr was as beautiful and exotic as ever.

  "You look strong and well, Your Grace."

  Joffrey smiled, his bde fshing in the light as he continued his movements. "And you look as beautiful as I remember, my dy."

  "Oh, I'm blessed to be worthy of your praise." Taena throatily chuckled, baring her white teeth, her full, busty breasts swayed from her ughter. "Who might this be?"

  "Asha Greyjoy." Joffrey introduced.

  Woosh!

  And right then, Joffrey achieved what he pnned to do. His sword grew fmes abruptly, hot and gushing like a never-ending furnace. He was solely trying to master the ways to make his sword burn on demand.

  "Oh, praise be to us, mighty Warrior," Taena prayed to the Seven. "I had heard the whispers, of course, but to witness such glory with my own eyes—truly, Your Grace, you are blessed beyond measure—All your swords are perfections."

  This woman. Joffrey chuckled, noticing her double meanings.

  More than Taena, Joffrey's eyes lingered on Asha's shocked face. This was his proof, his decration that he was every bit as dangerous as Euron. No, he was worse—because the realm adored him, saw him as a warrior, a king, beloved by the smallfolk. But beneath that mask, he harbored the same twisted desires as Euron, only buried deeper.

  "T-That's magic!" Asha shouted once the shock settled.

  "It's a blessing," Taena added.

  Joffrey swung his bde, creating arcs of fire. "Magic has returned to Westeros, Asha. This is but a tool—one that will ensure the White Walkers fall before me."

  "You were serious?"

  As expected. It's hard to believe.

  "You should rest. Eventually, I'll show you the wraith, and it will all make sense. Until then, you are my honored guest." Joffrey dismissed her, and with a nod, the Kingsguards opened the door for her to leave.

  Asha stood frozen for a moment and then turned around to leave. She said nothing and just left the training grounds. She had seen her fair share of things, but magic wielded by a King was a different thing. It suddenly made sense why Daenerys Targaryen would marry Joffrey, a Baratheon.

  Back at the training grounds, Joffrey eyed the Kingsguards again. "Stand outside."

  Cck!

  The instant the Kingsguards left and the door was shut, Joffrey erased the gap between him and Taena. He kept his bzing sword raised sideways, while his free hand scooped her fantastically curving, soft waist and pulled her in.

  Gazing down on her cleavage was one of the wonders of the world to him. Her robes were tight around her waist, making her hourgss figure distinct, and her ample rear jutted out.

  "Your Grace…" Taena responded to his desire and rose slightly on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. Her full lips greedily locked with his.

  Joffrey's arousal heightened as her exotic scent reached his senses. With a toss, he threw his burning sword away and completely embraced her fleshy body, both arms wrapping around her waist and his hands each gripping her cloud-like asscheeks. He raised her by them, into himself, until his erection probed the dipping curve of her belly.

  "Mmm…" Taena moaned to his hungry desire.

  Joffrey savored the Myrish delicacy with his tongue. He didn't restrain himself and fiercely plunged into her mouth, taking in her delicious responses. His and her face pivoting left and right, they fucked each other's mouths with their tongues, matching each other's ferocity.

  Normally, Joffrey didn't feel as excited by women this older than him. But Catelyn and Taena had been exceptions. Making love to these older women was a delicacy of its own.

  He swept into her mouth like a hungry lion and Taena submitted to him. She pyed the dance with his tongue, her eyes closed.

  Joffrey didn't know for how long that kiss sted, but by the time he pulled back, he was hard as a rock. Looking at her gorgeous face from up close made him want to do things to her.

  Taena teasingly gripped his erection over the breeches, rubbing her hand across the length. "Umm… Would you like to have me, Your Grace? Right here and now?"

  Joffrey exhaled deeply and shook his head, taking a step away from her. "I would love to ruin your gown, shred it to pieces, and have you on the ground like a savage, my dy. But I have more business to attend to today."

  Disappointment fshed in her eyes, but Taena knew how to respect boundaries. She smiled and stepped back to watch the King resume his training. Though she chuckled whenever the King tried to ease his erection with tugs.

  "Tell me, Taena…" Joffrey worked to put his bde on fire again. He didn't have to threaten R'hllor anymore for some reason. "What's the progress on the task I gave you?"

  Taena tilted her head, a sly smile gracing her lips as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom, drawing the King's gaze. "Your Grace, I swore I wouldn't fail you, and I've kept my word. It wasn't easy to break Sansa, but she's far too gullible to those she considers friends. It started with conversations, then sleeping in the same bed, and eventually… I taught her plenty, and you will be pleased. Not only does she welcome another woman in bed, but also takes initiative in the whole process."

  "Oh?" Joffrey was pleased to hear that. "Did you confirm it? Did she sleep with any other woman but you?"

  "Not merely one, Your Grace, but three others joined us. Ayaya and a few of her loveliest companions lent their... talents to the cause."

  Extremely pleased. Joffrey could already see his tricks working on Sansa.

  If she's still unwilling to welcome Arya and Catelyn in the same bed, I'll have her feel guilty for cheating. Joffrey pnned with a wicked smile. But I must break Arya too.

  "Your Grace," Taena purred, her voice a silken whisper, "shall we test her tonight? If you'd like, I could lend a hand… or perhaps more."

  Joffrey shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "No, I'll test her tonight… in my own ways."

  Both sisters, in fact. They still share a room, don't they?

  Taena tilted her head, a coy smile pying on her lips despite the feigned dejection in her eyes. "As you wish, Your Grace. I shall leave you to your training."

  "Wait!" Joffrey halted, his gaze locking onto Taena with a fiery desire that bordered on obsession. "Not tonight, but tomorrow night—from dusk till dawn—I'll have you."

  A sultry smile graced Taena's lips. Her shoulders seemingly rexed as she purred, "Any specific desires, Your Grace?"

  "Aye, wine... plenty of wine. And oil… this time, I'll explore you further."

  "As you wish, Your Grace."

  Taena turned with a slow, deliberate motion and walked away with the most graceful yet sultry sway of hips.

  Like a challenge, unspoken but clear: come to me whenever you wish. Take what you desire. As many times as you please.

  Gods, I'm blessed. Joffrey growled inside, controlling his hunger.

  But then a voice echoed in his head, demonic, godly, and one Joffrey heated.

  You're a puny depraved creature chasing bodily pleasure—

  "Shh~" Joffrey snapped, his voice ced with a threat. "Silence or I'll end myself. Say farewell to your prophecy and any hope of defeating the White Walkers."

  "..."

  As expected, the Lord of Light said no more words.