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GOT: The Golden Lion 29 - Lion Meets Dragon
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 16:34:23 +0000 UTC"What choice do we have?" Joffrey sneered, eyes flicking to each face at the table—Tywin, Ser Arthur, Val, Arya. "She came with a dragon. Big enough to fly on, big enough to burn the city to ash. If I flee for King's Landing, I’ll be branded her enemy before a word leaves my mouth."
"Take me with you, Your Grace,” Ser Arthur requested.
"She'll kill you, and I can’t have that. If it comes to this, then I'll go myself and speak with her. If I can’t bring her to our side, then ruling the Seven Kingdoms is nothing more than a dream. When she arrives with her dragons, there won’t be an army left that can stand in her way."
Joffrey looked at his grandfather's face. The old lion didn't seem affected in the slightest. His grandson, the famous Golden Lion, was going to face a dragon.
He probably thinks I have a plan. Joffrey thought and sighed inside. I had one… But not this early.
"Ser Arthur, have a ship readied, and a small boat at hand," Joffrey commanded, rising with a sharp look. "I'll set sail for the Orange Shore at once. This is simply another obstacle, but one that will be faced. Daenerys is the last threat to my throne, and I intend to see her defeated."
How that was going to happen remained a mystery. But, nobody asked him any questions. Nobody stopped him as he stormed out of the meeting and returned to his private, spacious, luxurious bedchamber.
"W-What are you… doing here?" Joffrey halted in his steps as soon as he entered his room. The High Priestess, Kinvara, was standing inside, facing him as if she knew exactly when he'd enter. Her all-knowing gray, large eyes peered at him as if looking into his soul. Her red, soft lips maintained a constant kind smile.
"The dragons roar, and so must the lion," Kinvara intoned, her voice a silken whisper that seemed to weave through the air like smoke. As she approached Joffrey, her deep-cut neckline revealed the smooth ivory of her skin, a striking contrast to the red gown. "Fear not, Your Grace, for you are the chosen of the Lord of Light. His magic tames the dragons, while your very being defies the fabric of reality. It is inevitable—the union of roars."
Joffrey frowned, seeing her words as nothing but fanatic rambling. "Your words do little to inspire confidence, High Priestess. The Lord of Light may be powerful, but he dwells in a realm far removed from ours. His fire is just a tool, while the flames I face will consume me."
Kinvara finally stopped a mere distance of a foot between their bodies. She looked up at his face, her gaze sparkling with fanatic confidence. Her beauty was otherworldly, enchanting even, for she received the King's undivided attention. "Then allow me…"
Her hands rose and landed on Joffrey's muscled, tunic-covered chest. She caressed him as if feeling his body.
Danger… I only see danger in her. Joffrey, although entranced by her beauty, saw through her wise gaze that held vast magical knowledge. A riddle I’m not interested in uncovering.
"Allow what?" He asked.
Kinvara slid her hands up to his neck, fingers grazing his cheekbones. "Let me help you, grant you the shield you so need for what lies ahead. She was born with the gift, but your blood... lacks such fortune. Permit me to pray for you, Your Grace."
Pray? Joffrey sighed and nodded. He did need a lot of luck for his risky plan ahead. I can use the Lord of Light's blessing.
"Then pray."
Kinvara smiled and took one step back. While keeping her eyes locked with Joffrey, she slid her fingers under the neckline of her gown where the shoulders started. Then, she pulled her gown apart, enough for it to slide down from the silken skin of her arms.
"I shall pray for you,” she said, her voice as if a tantric chant.
Her hands moved continuously, sliding her gown down from her naked, voluptuous, and firm bust, slipping both her arms out before pushing down from her tight waist, followed by the wider but slender hips.
The red gown soon pooled around her spotless, pale ankles. Her entire nakedness lay bare in all its glory; with the milky smooth thighs and the gap between the junction where her hairless, smooth, rosey love hole was—tight and hidden between the plump pussy lips.
Joffrey maintained control over his mind and body, aware of the dangers. "Is this how you pray?"
"Only by joining our mortal bodies can I pass onto you the protection you seek, Your Grace," Kinvara claimed and returned to Joffrey's chest, closer than before this time, her dark hair cascading around her head. Her plump soft breasts invited him, the large, pink nipples and the similarly painted wide areolas decorated her divine body well. "You must enter me and claim it."
She wants to be shagged? Joffrey avoided looking at her tits and focused on her face, not that it helped him much. He still felt rock solid, hard in his loins.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"It's a ritual, Your Grace. Beyond mere common intimacy," Kinvara replied, and gently pressed on Joffrey's chest, pushing him back towards the bed. "Through this, you will be brought closer to the warmth of the Lord of Light. I, his First Servant, am here to kindle that flame within you… Now rest, Your Grace. Leave yourself to me, and I shall guide you to the light."
The bedsheets rustled under Joffrey's weight as he landed on his back on the bed, his legs still dangling. He watched as Kinvara used her slender fingers to unbutton his tunic, pushing it up until his abs were revealed. Then, she removed his breeches entirely, leaving him naked and erect.
In no time, Joffrey lay there bare on the bed, slid back up fully on the bedding, head on the pillow. He watched as Kinvara crawled into the bed, as naked as him. But unlike his muscled form, she looked soft and noble, her skin pale as the moon, her shimmering eyes so beautiful in that brightly lit room.
"Let me prepare you, Your Grace."
Kinvara knelt beside his waist and leaned in, landing a wet kiss on his belly. But instead of going down, she went up towards his chest, licking his nipples. Her hand reached for his hard length at the same time, the strokes began instantly. Long, slow, with her thumb gyrating on the tip.
It felt dry as her hand rubbed across his considerable length, the thickness enough to leave her fingers unable to hold him in a fist. But she continued, raising him to the peak of his erection.
"Your Grace… Please take my breasts between your lips." Kinvara requested and slid against him, bringing her magnificent breasts near his face, while she still reached for his cock with her hand, stroking it harder.
Her tits? Joffrey looked at the fruits dangling near his face. They looked so perfect and round that he licked his lips before raising his head a little. Using both hands to cup them together, he felt their warmth with delight and then opened his mouth to take the protruding pink nipples.
He suckled like a child, kneading them, pressing his face into them. Such heavenly softness, the warmth unmatched. He could feel the beating of her heart matching the stroking of his cock.
"Aaah~" Kinvara moaned when Joffrey teethed, grinding the nipples between his teeth one at a time. She could feel his spit smothering her breasts whole, coating them with the glistening fluid. "P-Please… suckle harder—Oh, in the name of the Lord of Light, I beg yo-oh! I beg R'hllor—I am your loyal vassal, your First Servant—Bless this man through my womb, for he shall save this world from doom—I…"
Joffrey heard her rambling chants and continued to suckle her breasts to his heart's desire. But just when he changed his target to her other breast, he paused.
No, he froze right there and then.
I-I can taste something… sweet?
"K-Ke-Keep it in your mouth!" Kinvara guided, her moans suppressed. She pressed her breasts harder on his mouth to make him suckle hard.
What in the Seven's name is this? Joffrey felt the warm liquid gush into his mouth. Although sweet, he dared not swallow it, fearing it might hold poison.
"Let me… take it." Kinvara pulled her breasts back from him suddenly and replaced them with her own succulent lips. She sealed herself tight on Joffrey's mouth and suckled back, taking the nectar from her breasts into her own mouth, and holding it there.
Their messy, panting breaths mingled together. Kinvara kept going, digging into his mouth with her tongue, all the while sucking back whatever he had drawn from her teats. She kept at it for a long time, as if ensuring not a single drop remained in him.
"Ummh~" She let out a moanful breath from her nose and broke the wet kiss. Quickly, she turned towards Joffrey's cock, and lowered her face, tightly sliding his length between her clenched lips, drowning his manhood with the nectar she had kept in her mouth.
Lower, and lower, she kept gobbling his length slowly, taking his size with such ease that Joffrey watched with his head raised, amused and confused. He could see the faint white droplets, so it was certainly milk from her teats.
What bloody ritual is this?
"Ugh!" Joffrey felt the back of her throat strike his cockhead. It was a wondrous, new sensation. Drenched in her nectar and throat, the warmth and the squeeze across his girth made his control weak.
"Ghk!"
Kinvara choked and gagged on his cock, keeping him jammed deep in her throat to the hilt. She didn't move her face, her eyes remained closed. Her lips kept a tight seal to not leak the nectar.
"W-What are you doing?" Joffrey asked her.
"Um~" She responded by digging deeper, impaling herself so hard that he could feel her gag reflex tickling him.
Joffrey let his head fall back in utter inanity of the pleasure. He took deep breaths, forgetting the worry about Daenerys. In that moment, he tried to savor this willing Red Whore.
"Your Grace." Kinvara released his cock from the tight grip of her maw. Quickly, she straddled his waist, her thighs spread and the dripping cunt ready for the plunder. "Close your eyes and think of the Lord of Light, Your Grace."
Joffrey, for no reason, followed her guidance and closed his eyes. But he also felt her tight lower lips slide over his length. She felt tight, comparable to Arya somehow. Every inch of his being screamed at him to thrust up into her and earn that complete warmth. But he held back as Kinvara slowly lowered herself willingly.
She's… draining me… Seven hells! She got a mouth on her cunt!
Joffrey felt his long length slowly squeeze inside her scorching hot pussy. All the bumps and grooves on her inner walls tickled and teased him to the fullest. His balls twitch in delight, greedy to spray themselves clean inside her womb.
"Aaah, Your Grace—L-Lord of Light shall be your guide… Fight… fight the need—fight the desire to spill—fight the desire for pleasure." Kinvara took all of him inside and tightly squeezed her thighs beside his waist, starting to ride him back and forth in slow and small motion. "You-oh must… focus… the rest… you can have after."
What's she rambling? Joffrey clenched his eyes to keep control. Her tight pussy massaged him in ways he considered humanly impossible. Was that one of her magical arts? He didn't know, but he didn't want to spill that early either.
He took deep breaths and tried not to spill inside. His hands quickly reached for her tight breasts and fondled them to take his mind off her cunt. His eyes remained shut, trying to focus on whatever she was talking about.
Fire?
Was he supposed to imagine that?
Without even trying, he started to think of fire. The thought arose from the scorching tight cunt, that spread through his belly, then went up. He felt warm throughout his body, and slowly an image of flickering flames formed in his mind. With darkness behind, he only saw the bright light, attracting all his focus.
What the fuck is this?
Insolence! Such words.
What? Joffrey frowned. He noticed a grunting voice from the flame. God?
Disgraceful that my blessing fell upon you. Shameful your actions, insanity filled in your reactions. You were no chosen one, a mere prophecy stealer—killer of the promised Prince.
Joffrey focused on the voice's malice. Prince? Who? What are you talking about? I brought peace across the realm.
By ruining ancient bloodlines? By destroying legacies? The voice replied.
Isn't that what all monarchs do? Targaryens did it. Valerian did it. Dothraki do it. All empires are formed on the ruins of another.
There was silence. The fire flickered.
You will honor the blessing. You will stand at the front. You will wield the blade of fire. Then, I shall judge you once again. I do not bestow upon you blessing, but merely lend it for the battle ahead. You have one last chance.
Joffrey didn't like that. Plotting against Cersei, and even planning to kill Tywin was in his pursuit of freedom. He didn't want to be some god's toy. What chance? What do you want from me?
That is for you to decide and do—hold the flame high, for the night is dark and full of terrors.
With that, the flickering light slowly started to fade away.
"Ah, ah! You did it! You connected with the Lord! Oooh!"
Joffrey opened his eyes at last and found Kinvara jumping her cum filled cunt on his cock. It appeared he had already finished inside her once and this was the second round. She looked tired, her fine breasts jolting with her hopping flesh.
"I did…" Joffrey replied and tried to move.
The squelching claps under her ass made a mess out of the foam formed around his shaft and her entrance.
"Take me! Take me as you please, my Azor Ahai! Have me as you desire!" Kinvara pleaded to be fucked harder. "Take your reward! Draw it from this lowly body."
Joffrey chose to do it for good and pivoted suddenly, dropping Kinvara to his left side and facing him. He quickly pulled her left leg above his waist and kept the other one laying straight, continuing to drill into her tight cunt as they both faced each other.
"Is this… What you Red Women always do?"
"O-Oh-nly for those w-who are blessed—Ah!"
Although her insides were mouthwatering, he wanted more from her tightness. So, he soon got on his knees, while keeping her facing sideways on the bed.
He kept her right straight leg between his knees and pressed the one above to the side, knee folded onto her belly. That way, her already tight cunt turned into an even tighter source of heavenly pleasure, and each of his thrusts met with more restricting clenches. Her left ass cheek and bottom thigh, a soft cushion his unrelenting pelvis could bounce off of.
The mess from his and her previous orgasms helped. However, as his never-ending thrusts continued to pick up the pace. He pressed down on the thigh harder and leaned down to savor her teats once more.
As he did that, Kinvara twisted her waist, maintaining his pleasurable fuck while giving way for the King to reach her wondrous breasts, to devour completely. She matched his lustful gaze and smiled, inviting him to feast upon her for he was truly the chosen one.
"Aaaah~" She moaned when he nibbled, twisted her pink nipple, and tugged at it. She combed her fingers through his golden hair and willingly contracted the muscles in her loins. She clenched her hips and thighs, making it a more pleasurable tightness for him. "Yesss~ Yesss~ We live to serve you… we are yours… I… ah~ The first servant…"
The claps of her thighs against his flesh silenced her voice. The squelches became music, and her moans escaped non-stop. She had never slept with a king before, and Joffrey had proven his prowess in all ways.
"A-All Priestesses… Will seek your warmth… inside!" She declared, and hugged his head, pulling him into her breasts. "Y-Ugh… You may have them… all of them… for it's a blessing, oh, oh Lord of Light, I thank you fo-oh this gift… this piercing warmth in my womb!"
Kinvara's words made Joffrey's desire to go harder awaken. His plundering thrusts picked up the pace, strength, and depth, pouring the weight of his lower body into each thrust.
But, finding himself so close to the end, he quickly spread both her legs wide and took her in the most common lovemaking position, the true art of breeding, as he pressed between her legs and plunged hard, scraping her tiny clitoris with his cock's rubbing motion.
She raised her legs high and wide willingly, allowing him to drill into her straight, shoving her body into the bedding each time from his weighted thrusts.
"Ah, aaaah~"
With each hard press from Joffrey, air gasped out of her lips with moans. But he didn't go for her lips and simply fucked her rough while tasting her fantastic breasts. Although nothing came out of them anymore, he didn't stop for they were just too ripe to ignore.
He didn't know if she was like Melisandre. She ought to be if she was the First Servant. But, he didn't care anymore. She was tight, she was beautiful, that was a fact.
"Hgh!" Joffrey grunted and stopped suckling, focusing on riding that wave of convulsing pleasure. He felt her cunt squeezing him in rhythm, her climax nearing, so he went harder for his own culmination. Having already spilled in her once, he didn't care anymore and rammed harder, pushing her head against the headboard of the bed.
"Hah, hah~" Joffrey panted, both hands beside her breasts on the bed, keeping his torso up as he stared at her charming face. The thrusts clapped hard into her, his belly squeezed against hers the whole time. Soon, he stretched his legs too, like doing a push-up on her, using his hips to dip inside her nurturing hot walls.
"Y-Your Grace! Aaaah~" Kinvara came like floodgates opening, her squirts leaking all around his thrusting manhood. She clawed at his chest gently, spreading her legs wider to feel that amazing sensation deep inside.
She throbbed, her belly jolted, and her entire lower half flexed tight to ride through that wave of pleasure. But it wasn’t over as her sensitive walls continued to be scraped by his long, hard length, stretching her wide for his size, each deep plunge landing deep to the balls and kissing her womb.
"Right there…" Joffrey felt the fountain on the verge of bursting. He felt sore too, an insane itch arose from inside his cock. He felt his muscles crave rest, but he wanted to quench that mind-numbing thirst for pleasure.
Plap! Plap!
He thrust hard a few more times and finally landed balls deep, grounding himself to keep his shaft excited. Kinvara also clamped her legs around him and pulled him in, giving him that last nudge needed.
"Ah!" Joffrey lost all strength and fell on her body, face landing between her breasts, his royal cock spilling all the leftover white nectar inside her cunt. His muscles knotted up, hips flexed, and the meat rod squeezed, gushing all out and painting her pussy walls white for a second time.
He continued to pant, trying to catch his breath. He liked where he was, and the warmth of her body. He didn't want to go see Daenerys and face her dragon. He just wanted to stay locked inside her tight cunt for days in that room.
A few small thrusts later, he felt his erection turning limp, but he still didn't move away from her. Instead, he hugged her waist and kept his head on her soft breasts, the greatest natural pillow.
Kinvara's massaging hands on his head felt calming too, and her legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist.
"Your Grace, you are the Chosen One. You are the noble Azor Ahai—You will be victorious, be it dragons or dead." Kinvara proclaimed with confidence. Unlike their first meeting, she acted far more docile and submissive to him. "The Faith of the Lord of Light shall stand behind you."
"And under me?" Joffrey jokingly asked.
But to his surprise, Kinvara squeezed her legs around his waist harder, keeping his almost flaccid length tightly sealed inside her cunt. "Our duty demands we serve the Chosen One—Your need is our honor."
She doesn't seem to be aware of R'hllor's displeasure with me. Joffrey realized and sighed. Getting access to countless beautiful Red Priestesses was a thing to enjoy, but it felt more like a headache. What a mess.
"Only time will tell if this blessing works," Joffrey said and stood up, sliding out of her and getting off the bed to clean up and put on his clothes again.
"The Lord of Light does not lie." Kinvara declared and crawled behind him, standing up to help him get dressed like a good servant. "Your encounter with Daenerys will bring you immense benefits."
"You can see the future?"
"We see them in flames."
Joffrey shrugged at that and wore his surcoat over the tunic. He said nothing beyond that since Kinvara's fanaticism didn't allow her critical thinking. Just like the fanatic Septas and Septons.
A King must have similar fanatics towards him. Joffrey desired; himself as the King, of course.
"Before I leave, tell me, can you help me win Astapor, Meereen, and Yunkai?" He asked.
Kinvara finished wearing her gown too. "If that is your desire, then it is my duty to fulfill."
That's a yes?
"Prepare the pieces for now. I'll tell you when to make the move."
"As you wish, Your Grace."
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Daenerys Targaryen waited at the Orange Shore whilst atop her dragon. Alone, aware of the situation she was in, her heart betrayed the stoic expression on her face.
She had said plenty in Meereen, that her goal was to remind Joffrey of his true place. That the crown belonged to her, and that he must kneel to her. But inside her mind, only she knew the true reason. The real purpose of this visit.
"Stay vigilant, Drogon," she murmured, her fingers brushing the sleek scales of her dragon. "I’m both fearful and awestruck by him. How can a single man achieve so much in so little time? How can he command the Seven Kingdoms and bend two Free Cities to his will with such ease?"
The loss of Astapor and Yunkai stung her badly. She wanted to use the three as her base, and the declaration of her prowess. Yet, she ended up being the laughingstock.
"He's here."
Daenerys noticed a lone boat rowing towards the dry, vast stretch of the shore with sand the color of sunset. He noticed the golden blonde hair and the lone figure on it and quickly gathered her thoughts. To show a strong personality fitting a ruler.
She maintained her upright posture on the back of Drogon, wanting to look down at Joffrey. Somewhere in her heart, she knew there were insecurities—the man she wanted to subjugate had already won the Seven Kingdoms. The crown she wanted to wear was already in his possession. All she had was a dragon.
Wraaaa!
She made Drogon roar towards Joffrey's incoming figure.
He didn't even flinch.
Daenerys frowned seeing his handsome facial features unchanged. His clean face, slightly longer hair, and his muscular build caught plenty of attention from her. The sword hanging by his waist made her wary.
"Halt!" She loudly ordered. "Kneel before your queen, Joffrey Baratheon—Take the oath!"
Why is he smiling?
"Have you reconquered Astapor and Yunkai, my Queen?"
Daenerys felt her breath run faster than her heartbeat. The man continued to approach her as if unafraid of the dragon. She looked at Drogon for a reaction, but to her surprise, the creature was more interested in looking at the flock of birds in the sky than the new man.
Furthermore, his question made her feel nervous and ashamed.
"No, I have not," she answered truthfully.
"Then I cannot kneel, my Queen."
"Then you lied?!" Daenerys bellowed in anger and yanked on Drogon’s reins, urging him to lower his great head towards Joffrey. The scorching heat of the dragon's breath sent the false king’s garments and hair whipping about him like the winds of a storm. "I grant you but one more chance. Kneel, Joffrey Baratheon, or know the wrath of my dragon, and be reduced to nothing but ash."
Why isn't he scared? H-He's… trying to touch Drogon? Is he mad?
Daenerys watched her 'greatest friend' and the man from the portrait stand so proudly. She had seen the best of men cower before her dragons. Even Ser Barristan was scared. Then why was the young King so… confident?
"It's not that I won't kneel, my Queen. I just can't."
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I must not flinch. I must not cower. I must not show fear. Kinvara said to trust the blessing… fuck, the lizard's too big.
Joffrey arrived at the Orange Shore on a large ship, and then he rowed a boat on the shallow waters to reach the land. Even from that distance, he saw the mighty dragon, and knowing it was barely an adult made him fear the Targaryen woman more. There were supposed to be two more of the same giant lizards.
Yes, fire! R'hllor is the Lord of Light, he should have control over Dragon fire too.
He tried to convince himself the whole way that there was no need to fear anything. Proudly, with the dignity of a King, he approached the woman.
I will not bow. Not now, not ever.
"Wraaaa!"
Seven hells! I almost fell back on my knees. Joffrey cursed at the dragon's roar. But, he ignored everything and continued to approach until he could see the features of the woman on its back. With her silver hair, pale face, lush lips, and short delicate frame, he liked what he saw. The portraits weren't false.
"Kneel before your queen, Joffrey Baratheon—Take the oath!"
In your dreams. I didn't spill my blood and sweat to gift you my crown.
He slowed his steps, approaching the dragon carefully while defiantly looking up at Daenerys Targaryen. He didn't know much about her, and he didn't trust Varys. The only truth he knew was that Daenerys had no idea or awareness of the reality. She lived in the dream that Westeros awaited her return.
"Have you reconquered Astapor and Yunkai, my Queen?" He asked. Not to belittle her, but to remind her of the difference between them.
"No, I have not."
"Then I cannot kneel, my Queen." He declared and finally came to a halt as Daenerys made her dragon move its head, lowering it right before him. He barely stood tall enough to reach the dragon's snout. She tried to make him kneel again, but he instead raised his hand towards the dragon.
Pat!
Joffrey held himself upright, knees straight and tight. He felt the dragon put its face close enough for him to reach. He felt the texture of the scales, the overwhelming and imposing air surrounding it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'll die of a heart attack. Its scales… it's so warm?
Hoping this was the magic of R'hllor's blessing, he looked back up towards Daenerys. Only a peek at her face was now in his line of sight.
"It's not that I won't kneel, my Queen. I just can't." He replied, smiling like a noble knight trying to impress a maiden.
"Look behind me at the ship in the distance. My men and many mighty knights of Westeros stand there, watching us through far-eye. The crown and the throne are yours, but you must take it only after getting acknowledged by them—They kneel to me not because they fear me, but because they respect and adore me. If I were to kneel now, they would see you as a usurper and me as a coward unworthy of the Iron Throne. The Starks will never kneel to you, nor will the Westerlands or the Reach."
"I did not journey to this wretched place to endure your lectures, Baratheon. In your veins flows the blood of the usurper—the very murderer of my kin!" Daenerys snapped back, suddenly. Her grip on the reins visibly became stronger.
Is she trying to move her dragon? Joffrey saw her attempts at controlling the dragon. But, to his surprise, the dragon didn't move away from the touch of his palm.
"My Queen," Joffrey shook his head towards her. He addressed her as 'my queen' for he hoped to give her that role one day. "Are you here for vengeance? Or do you seek to claim the throne for yourself? What tales did your brother spin for you? What nonsense have the sycophants whispered in your ear? The truth is, King Arys was a monster—burning nobles like Lord Rickard and Brandon without a second thought! He confined his own wife, Queen Rhaella—your mother—while Kingsguards listened outside Rhaella's bedchamber as she cried as the king raped her. The queen's maids reported seeing scratches, bruises, and bite marks all over her body. Madness had consumed that man, enough that he ordered stores of Wildfire to be placed under the entire King’s Landing to 'purify' all!"
Daenerys shook her head the entire time as if refusing to believe him.
"Let’s not forget what Rhaegar did—stealing Lyanna Stark, dishonoring her, and leaving her for dead!" Joffrey sneered, knowing only he held the truth but twisted it for his own gain. "My Queen, the Targaryens are a distorted line, known for greatness as much as madness. So tell me, what sort of Targaryen do you wish to be remembered as? A tyrant feared for her dragons? Or a ruler they speak of with trust and love?"
Woosh!
Drogon suddenly let out a big gust of hot air from its nose, as if telling Joffrey that he was crossing a line.
"You refuse to kneel. You insult my lineage and mock my family. Are you truly this foolish, or do you have some misplaced confidence?" Daenerys spat, a sneer curling her lips. "What prevents me from unleashing my dragons upon you? What right do you have to stand—?"
"What right do you have to demand the throne, when your kin has ended bloodlines, destroyed houses, and even tortured their own family?" Joffrey shot back, cutting her off mid-sentence. Then, with a sudden step back, he concealed his hand beneath his cape.
Clank!
The next moment, Joffrey showed a crown and threw it on the sandy ground.
"Go on, take it," Joffrey sneered, his voice cold and sharp. "Claim the crown and set fire to King’s Landing. Sit on the Iron Throne and rule over the ruins, just like your mad father dreamed. The realm will despise you, they'll rise against you—but you’ll have your throne—congratulations."
Joffrey started to walk away, hoping that Daenerys would just leave with her dragon. So humiliated that she'd actually try to win over Westeros instead of conquering it.
The trick was in the humiliation she faced in Slaver's Bay. He already knew she was chasing accomplishments to strengthen her cause and claim. But currently, Joffrey had more of them than her.
"Burn me if you want, just as your father would." Joffrey kept talking while walking away. "But I won't kneel to you, my Queen—Not before you open your eyes and let go of that misplaced pride."
It was Joffrey's silent challenge to her. That she has to win him to have him kneel and support her claim. That she was still lacking to receive his allegiance.
Not that he was planning to. He just wanted to draw out the situation and delay her journey to the West. He still needed time to finalize some plans before dealing with her dragons and the army.
But he was also delighted. The fact that her life's trajectory had changed from the future he knew meant that she wouldn't have the Dothraki army of a hundred thousand under her.
Let's leave quickly.
Thud!
Thud!
What? What was that? He couldn't look back or else it'd ruin the dynamics. He tried to ignore the thuds, likely from the dragon's movement. Almost there. I'll row back… It's coming closer! No, no, no! She'll burn me?
"Grrrrr!"
It's growling. Joffrey felt goosebumps all over his body. He forced himself not to shiver in fear or freeze. His hand instinctively went for the sword's hilt.
Thud!
Where did the blessing go? What's happening?
"Stop!"
Joffrey heard Daenerys' voice just then. It was very close. He chose to halt in his steps, just in case she was serious.
"No! Listen to me, Drogon! What are you doing?"
"What?!" Joffrey frowned and finally turned around. "Wha—"
"Grrr~"
The dragon loomed over Joffrey, glaring down at him while Daenerys on its back tried to control it using the reins. Clearly, it wasn't working.
Is this it? The end for me?
The throaty crackling sound made his heart shudder.
Woosh!
"Fuck!" Joffrey jumped sideways quickly as the dragon's head came down at him at speed.
Thud!
But just as his feet landed on the side, he realized his body was being pulled up in the air. His cape was in the dragon's jaws, lifting him off the ground.
I'm dead! I'm dead!
"Drogon! Stop this!" Daenerys' panicked commands fell on deaf ears.
Goodbye, Iron Throne. Rot in hell, R'hllor, your blessing was false.
"Grrr…~"
Woosh!
"AH~" Joffrey gasped. The dragon took off into the sky with him still dangling from the cape in its jaw. He saw the ground beneath him grow distant.
He lost all hope. Falling from that height was certain death even if he fell into the water.
It was a risky plan from the beginning. He tried to accept his fate.
Thud!
But to his utmost confusion, he found a hard surface under his feet again—the dragon's back. He looked down, at Daenerys' ethereal face, her slender, young frame finer than any whore from Lys.
I'm alive?
He rushed to sit down behind Daenerys and wrapped his arms around her waist for safety. He gulped, squeezing her too hard.
"Stop him, Daenerys!"
"I-uh… I'm…" Daenerys groaned, pulling on the reins. "He's not listening!"
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[A/N: The next chapter will be mostly about Joffrey and Daenerys. Let the breeding commence.]
Comments
DarkthShadow
Besides this bit, a great chapter.
DarkthShadow
"The trick was in the humiliation she face d in Slaver's Bay."
Lord Mehmeh
Dude this is way beyond better than I imagined
Grey Jack
Lol, Joff got kidnapped cause Drogon wants to play matchmaker.
