"everyone is mine to torment" the king scowled as he gazed maniacally at his uncle.

The king slouched on the throne, his crown tilting on the edge of his sleek golden hair, his fingers slowly strumming the long crossbow.

"I hope Lord Bolton Slaughters that red witch and my pathetic traitor Uncle"

@lost_lioness "I..Thankyou for following Me"

@lost_lioness "you're a princess, maybe you could show these people want being a princess means! They really are..pathetic"

@lost_lioness "I would have these people killed, but mother insists...the weak minds of women" joffrey spoke in a calm tone.

the king leaned back on his bed, his cold eyes staring maliciously at the skinny, silent dog which lay dead, arrows littering it's corpse.

Robb Stark is Dead, And his Bitch Mother.

"I said...hit her harder!"

"If I command Ser meryn to..to slice you in half, he will do it without a second thought" the king warned with a menacing glare at the whore