GOT: The Golden Lion

Chapter 105: Chapter 102 - Joffrey's Ambitions & Threats III



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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 place. Taking large 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 place 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 plainly.

"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 glance at her as he strode forward, his Kingsguards trailing behind. "I am leaving to train with my blade, 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 blade.

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 Islands. Not all of them follow Euron and his delusions of grandeur. I seek your aid in reclaiming 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 blade flashing in the light as he continued his movements. "And you look as beautiful as I remember, my lady."

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

"Asha Greyjoy." Joffrey introduced.

Woosh!

And right then, Joffrey achieved what he planned to do. His sword grew flames 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 declaration 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 blade, 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."

Clack!

The instant the Kingsguards left and the door was shut, Joffrey erased the gap between him and Taena. He kept his blazing 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 hourglass 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 played the dance with his tongue, her eyes closed.

Joffrey didn't know for how long that kiss lasted, 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 lady. But I have more business to attend to today."

Disappointment flashed 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 blade 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. Alayaya 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 planned 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 playing 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 relaxed 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 laced 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.

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