The Young Lion
Act 1 Ch 25: A Dragon's Demise
A week had passed since Joffrey and Varys's late-night discussion. The Master of Whispers had kept his word, using his little birds to uncover the identities of other conspirators who were planning to oust the king in favor of one of his uncles. The Spider made sure to keep the king updated, having his spies slip him small notes to keep him abreast of their progress.
With his Master of Whispers busy and his projects running smoothly, the king decided to distract himself with his own personal training, which he was currently doing early in the morning while the rest of the castle slept. He worked on his conditioning with his exclusive training partner.
"Ah! Your grace, does it feel good?" Senelle asked, her breath ragged as she rode atop him.
"Yes, Senelle, it feels good," he responded, breathing heavily as he grabbed and squeezed the handmaiden's large, swaying breasts that seemed to defy gravity.
"Mm… that's good," she replied as she continued to roll her hips over Joffrey's pelvis. He thought back to what had led to this euphoric encounter.
o-O-o
Weeks after the assassination attempt on the king and Sansa, along with the subsequent forming of his Flea Bottom army, the handmaiden had waited patiently for the perfect moment to present itself. The opportunity came on an eerily silent night when no moon graced the sky.
Knowing the Dowager Queen wouldn't be in need of her services until at least midday, Senelle used one of the hidden passages the king had discovered—the only one that reached his chamber. She silently made her way inside, where she was greeted by the dashing young king. He expressed his surprise that it had taken her so long to visit, telling her he had been lonely without her.
The pair began with a serious discussion. Senelle revealed everything she had learned over the past few weeks, much of which he already knew, including Cersei and Littlefinger's attempt on Sansa's life. What he didn't know was that his mother had since contacted Lord Baelish, threatening his life for the botched job. According to Senelle, the discussion ended with Cersei threatening to tie all of Littlefinger's limbs to four different horses and have him pulled apart in the city square if he didn't finish the job.
Senelle continued, saying how the Master of Coin had assured the queen he was already working on a solution and had dispatched one of his associates to Essos.
"Essos? Why Essos?" Joffrey asked as he sipped wine from his chalice.
"He said he has an associate in Lys who can get him the rarest of items," she remarked, taking a sip from her own cup. "He wouldn't elaborate any further, but the queen seemed satisfied."
Hearing the word Lys, Joffrey immediately knew what the pair were scheming.
The Tears of Lys, the king thought.
It made perfect sense, after all; it was the exact same poison the snake had used to kill Jon Arryn by giving it to his crazy wife. Although concerned at first, a small smirk grew on the young man's face after some further consideration.
"Do you know the identity of the person he dispatched?"
"Yes, it was Brina something," she said, nodding her head. "Would you like me to take care of it?"
"Not right now, but I do want you to inform me the second she arrives back in the city."
"Of course, your grace. Consider it done."
"Well done, Senelle," he said happily. "I knew I could count on you."
Seeing the red-haired woman's cup was empty, Joffrey picked up the pitcher to refill it. As he poured, his hand slipped, and he accidentally doused the front of the handmaiden's gown with wine.
"Oh, by the gods," he said, setting the pitcher back down. "My apologies, my lady."
"Oh dear, now that's too bad," the woman's tone took on a more sultry quality as she smirked. "Now I'm all wet. Whatever am I going to do?" she asked rhetorically.
Despite her words, the older woman didn't look bothered in the least. As if struck by a bright idea, she clapped her hands together before announcing it.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about that, am I right, your grace?"
Then, with careful but deliberate movements, she began to unzip the side of her gown and pulled it down. As the clothing pooled at her feet, Senelle was left standing only in her small clothes, which consisted of a sheer velvet gown that was practically see-through.
She didn't stop there. She then slowly brought both hands up to the two shoulder straps of her sheer gown and, with her thumbs, tugged them free, making the clothes pool on top of her evening dress. Her round, full breasts were left on display, bouncing slightly from the sudden movement.
Joffrey stared intently at the two large mounds of supple flesh, whose nipples seemed to harden from the cool night air. A lewd smile grew across the woman's face as she reached for the half-full wine pitcher on the table.
"Are you still thirsty, my king?" she asked as she raised the pitcher high.
Not waiting for a response, the handmaiden proceeded to pour the rest of the wine down the top of her breasts. The king stood mesmerized as the red river flowed down the woman's body, the streams of fluid rolling down into her considerable cleavage. Setting the empty pitcher onto the table, Senelle reached out with both hands and slowly pulled the king's head toward her.
"Come now, my king," she whispered, pulling his head into her deep valley. "Quench your thirst."
Joffrey needed no more provocation. He eagerly nestled into her cleavage, immediately reaching up with his right hand and beginning to caress one of her breasts as Senelle smirked down at him with a cocky grin.
"Oh my, someone's eager tonight," she remarked as she raised her right leg high between the king's legs, feeling his growing hardness against her thigh.
The king didn't respond; he just continued to play with the woman's breast with his right hand before he leaned over and latched his lips onto her other nipple.
"Oh! Ah!" she moaned as he captured her nipple between his teeth, pinching it tenderly.
Senelle continued to moan in delight as Joffrey ran his tongue over her breasts, sucking ravenously as if he were a newborn babe. Eventually, the king released her breast as the handmaiden pulled his head up. As his head rose to meet hers, Joffrey ran his tongue over his lips, taking in the last traces of flesh and wine.
Now eye-level, the pair locked lips, their tongues swirling and fighting for dominance. While Senelle had technique and experience, Joffrey countered with ravenous hunger and youthful aggression. As the passionate battle continued in the middle of the chamber, the king's hand slid down and firmly grasped the supple flesh of the handmaiden's ass.
Senelle, somewhat surprised by the king's strategy, countered with her own. She slowly lifted her right leg and wrapped it around the king's arse while pressing herself closer against his body. She then began to slowly grind her hips against the king's growing bulge. Seeing he was starting to lose ground, Joffrey decided to mix things up. He quickly released the handmaiden's ass cheek and brought his hand between her legs, quickly finding her sweet spot.
Senelle's eyes nearly popped out of her skull as Joffrey continued to tease her already wet slit. The handmaiden finally admitted defeat to the young king and surrendered herself to his embrace. Joffrey reached down and grasped her by both of her thighs, lifting her up. The woman, at the same time, wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him passionately as she ran her fingers through his hair while he carried her to the bed.
The two continued to kiss as he slammed her onto his bed, landing on top of her. The pair continued to grind against each other before Senelle reached down and began to untie his breeches' drawstrings, pushing them down with her feet. Joffrey finally broke the kiss between them, separating just enough to look down at her. Seeing her rosy cheeks and the pure hunger in her eyes, he immediately thrust inside her in one movement.
"Ah, yes, my king!" she squealed in delight. "Just like that!"
They continued to switch positions deep into the night. First, he was on top, thrusting vigorously into the submissive woman. In another moment, the handmaiden was on top, riding the king like she was going bareback on a horse. This was followed by Joffrey groping her breasts and kissing her neck as he thrust into her from behind.
This "mutually beneficial" training carried on for hours into the night until the pair finally ran out of energy.
o-O-o
"That was…very good, your grace. You've improved incredibly since… last time." Senelle said as she tried to catch her breath.
"Thanks… Senelle," he responded as he lay down next to her on the bed. Both of their bodies and the sheets were a sweaty mess.
Now that their session was over, Joffrey hopped up from the bed and retrieved a pitcher of water and two cups. After pouring one for himself and one for Senelle, he walked over to the woman who remained sprawled out on his bed. Without a word, he offered her the cup, to which she smiled up at him.
"Why, thank you, my king," she said as she rolled onto her belly before reaching up and taking the cup into her hand.
Joffrey slowly sat down on the bed next to her and quietly drank the water from his cup, quenching his thirst. Once he had finished, he gazed out his balcony and saw over the horizon that the sun was just about to rise. Turning his attention back inside the room, the king addressed his secret paramour.
"The Hour of the Nightingale is about to end, my lady. You need to return to your chambers."
"Wow," she responded with a chuckle. "We spend the night together in the throes of pleasure, and as soon as the sun comes up, you're kicking me out? I must say that's one of the least charming aspects of your character, your grace," she said sarcastically.
"My lady, we've been over this. You can't be caught…"
But Senelle silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Shh," she whispered to him as she looked into his eyes. "I was only joking, your grace."
She then finished her cup of water, set it down on the bed, tossed the sheets aside, and stood up naked as the day she was born. Then, without a hint of modesty, she made her way to the small round table to retrieve her evening gown and small clothes, strutting with an extra sway to her hips. Joffrey leaned back into his bed as he watched his mother's handmaiden dress herself.
"Though I must admit," she started to say as she put her gown on. "I can't say it makes me happy getting tossed out of your room after spending the night together."
"Oh, is that so? Then tell me, what will make you happy?"
"Hmm," she tapped her finger against her chin as if contemplating his question. "Perhaps being allowed to spend a few hours being held by you after we have sex?"
"Again, Senelle, you can't get caught in here."
"Hey, you asked what would make me happy," she shrugged as she finished putting on her clothes.
"That would be possible if you used the hidden room I had put together. Instead, you insist on sleeping with me here."
"Hey! It's the closest I'll ever get to feeling like your queen," she defended, putting her hands on her hips as she turned to him. "How about you let me enjoy this small piece of fantasy, alright?"
"Fine, fine," he muttered, waving her off. "Be sure to get a nice soak and then drink some moon tea." he said as he helped tie the strings on the back of her dress.
"It's already waiting for me back in my chambers," she said, smiling as she turned to face him. "I've kept my side of the deal, don't you worry." She then wrapped her arms around his neck and planted another kiss on his lips.
The kiss started off chaste but quickly became indecent as her tongue began to tickle his lips, forcing him to break it off.
"That's enough for one night, Senelle," he said, breathing slightly as his heart rate increased.
"Your body is more honest, my king," she said as she glanced down at the front of his breeches. She then slowly leaned in close to his ear. "It's good to be so young," she whispered. "So much vigor, so much passion. Let me know the next time you'd like some 'assistance' with it." She then slowly licked the side of his ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
"I-I will," he muttered back, making the woman step back.
"Good," she replied, smiling. "I'll await your summons eagerly."
Joffrey then led her to his chamber's wall, where he pulled the wall-mounted candlestick, which opened his chamber's hidden passage.
Maegor really had some innovative craftsmen, he thought as Senelle stepped inside.
"Remember to inform me the second Littlefinger's woman returns to the city."
"I know I will. Well, until next time, your grace." she said as she slowly made her way down the hidden corridor before stopping and turning back toward the king with a mischievous smile on her face. "Oh, and your grace?"
She called out, making Joffrey turn back.
"Yes—" before he became stunned into silence as the woman tugged down the front of her gown, exposing her left breast to him. The large mound bounced hypnotically before the king's eyes before the woman tucked it back in.
"Something to remember me by until our next session," she smirked before continuing on her way down the hallway.
The hidden door soon closed, and Joffrey was left standing there, staring at the wall.
That little vixen, he thought, shaking his head.
After he finished getting dressed, he slowly started to tidy up his room when a knock came at his door.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"What?" he called out.
"It's your morning servants, your grace," Ser Mandon Moore called out. "They've brought your breakfast."
"Good, good. Send them in."
The chamber door opened, and in walked several servants, each bringing a platter of food that was high in protein and a pitcher of milk for calcium. As he sat at his table and began cutting into a link of sausage, one of his assistants in charge of his schedule stepped forward and stood at his right side as he ate.
"So what's on today's schedule, Caspen?" he asked after swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Nothing too out of the ordinary, your grace," he replied as he flipped through his clipboard of parchments. "You have an early morning meeting with Overseer Tobho in regards to a drop in steel production."
Joffrey nodded, remembering reading in one of his parchments that the industrial sector was having issues with the Beehive Ovens. The king took another bite of meat before nodding for his assistant to continue.
"After your sword training with Ser Barristan and your Small Council meeting, you're expected to make an appearance at one of the breadlines this afternoon."
The king drank from his mug of milk, clearing his throat.
"I want Sansa to be there as well," he responded after swallowing.
"Sansa?" Caspen looked surprised by the king's words. "Forgive me for questioning your judgment, your grace, but are you sure? She's still shaken up from the attack in the streets a few weeks ago."
"That's precisely why she has to go," he replied sternly. "If we let her hold up in her room in fear, that's exactly what she'll do. She needs to see that there's more to life than this single castle, no matter how big."
"I understand, your grace," Caspen responded.
"Leave that one to me," he ordered. "I'll be the one to convince her to come."
"As you wish, your grace."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, two actually," he said as he flipped to one of the last pages. "The first is from your mother, who wishes to discuss preparations for your seventeenth Nameday."
"My Nameday is more than a month away," he said, looking at the assistant, baffled. "There are more important things going on right now than my upcoming birthday. Who's the second?"
"Your Master of Trade, Lord Lark."
"Lark? Why? Is something wrong with the Merchant's Guild?"
"Not according to any of my reports," Caspen replied, double-checking his documents. "He wouldn't go into detail about the nature of the meeting, only that it was a private matter between you and him."
Joffrey nodded immediately, understanding the reason for the Master of Trade's request.
"Move Lord Lark's meeting up to after the Small Council meeting and have my trip to the breadlines pushed to tomorrow."
"Yes, your grace," he replied as he made a note on the king's schedule.
"Alright, do you have this week's industrial report?"
"Right here, my king." The assistant pulled out a single piece of parchment and placed it on the table in front of the king.
"Okay, let's see," Joffrey then started to read the report as he continued to eat his breakfast.
o-O-o
That night, in a familiar rundown tavern, the king and his sworn shield made their way inside and were greeted by a familiar rambunctious group.
"Ah! And the man of honor arrives!" Salladhor Saan announced, raising his beer mug as the king removed his hood.
"Hello, pirate," Joffrey responded as he made his way over to the captain's table.
As he took a seat, Sandor stood at attention behind him. The half-burnt giant's size quickly intimidated the rest of the crew into silence.
"So, Lark informed me that you wished to see me," Joffrey remarked, his face stoic and impassive as he dealt with the foreign pirate captain. "Can I assume that means your mission was a success?"
"Indeed," he replied with a crooked smile. "We found this Shy Maid and sent it to the bottom of the sea."
"Is that so?" Joffrey asked, to which the captain nodded. "Then I'm sure you remembered to bring me proof of death?"
Salladhor smirked before he snapped his fingers. Soon, one of the crew members approached and placed a medium-sized wooden box on the table between the pair.
"Is this enough proof for you?" he asked as he opened the box to reveal the severed head of a young man.
Joffrey gazed upon the dismembered head whose dyed blue hair was stained with dry blood.
"And the others?" he asked without looking up.
"Dead and at the bottom of the sea," he shrugged.
"Really? So no problems at all?"
"Yep, the job is as good as done," he shrugged.
"Wait, captain, what about…" one of the crewmen started but was cut off by the captain.
"What about what?" Joffrey asked in the same dialect, surprising the crewmate.
"Ha," Salladhor Saan breathed out a heavy sigh, hoping to have avoided the topic. "As I said before, all of the crew members on the ship are dead, but there was one complication."
"Complication?"
"Yes, the red-haired knight. When he saw that we had killed the boy, he jumped overboard before we could finish him off."
Joffrey's eyes immediately narrowed in cold anger.
"I thought I was clear with you that I wanted all of them dead, with no witnesses," he said slowly, his voice barely hiding his clear anger.
"Relax, young king. The old man was wounded and bleeding. He jumped into shark-infested waters, miles from shore. He's dead, I assure you." he waved off.
Joffrey didn't respond; he just stared into the pirate captain's eyes with his steel-cold gaze. Even the pirate captain became unnerved by the long silence that hung in the air between them. Eventually, Joffrey broke the silence.
"Well, I guess it's done then," he remarked as he stood up and made his way around the other side of the table, stopping in front of the pirate captain, who also rose to his feet.
"It is, I assure you," he replied as the boy king stood before him, just now realizing how tall the young man actually was as he stared up at him.
Joffrey slowly extended his hand, inviting the captain to shake it, which he promptly did after a moment of hesitation.
"I hope so for your sake," Joffrey continued as he tightened his grip on the pirate's hand. "Because if it's not, I'm going to find you, and I'm going to take back more than just my money. Do you understand?"
Salladhor Saan shook his head rather nervously, a shiver running down his spine as he stared into the boy's hollow green eyes. The king then turned his attention to his sworn shield, who had remained silent.
"Get them out of here and pay them," he ordered as he released his grip on the pirate's hand.
Sandor bowed slightly and began leading the group of men out of the tavern.
"Stay in touch, Salladhor. I may require your services again in the near future."
The pirate captain tilted his head and continued to follow behind Sandor, who led the group out of the building. Now alone in the tavern, Joffrey slowly made his way around and sat in front of the severed head that was still on the table.
The king wore a somber expression as he slowly reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of the boy's face.
"He couldn't be more than seventeen," he thought sadly as he continued to slowly brush the boy's hair. "I don't know if you really were a Targaryen or a Blackfyre, but one thing is for sure: you were a threat."
He began thinking back months prior to when he had argued with Robert over killing Daenerys and her child. He had spoken with such righteousness about not harming an innocent child or her unborn baby. Yet here he was, sitting before the head of a child he had murdered.
"It really is true what they say," he thought somberly. "The path to power is one littered with hypocrisy."
Realizing how late it was getting and not wanting anyone to realize that he'd left the castle, Joffrey, after taking one last look at the boy's young face, boxed it up and made his way back to the castle, where he'd have the head destroyed later.
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