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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47466 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Arya couldn’t explain why she said what she said to Joffrey. She couldn’t explain her thought process. Her mother always did say she was too impulsive. Maybe she was onto something.

She essentially gave him permission to knock her up.

Arya always prided herself on her independence. That she’d fight tooth and nail against the prospect of being married off to some lord she didn’t know. That she’d be her own woman of her own choices.

Joffrey wasn’t some lord she was married off to though, was he. Technically he was to be her brother in law. They had no forced promises to each other. He chose her, and even if she couldn’t yet bring herself to say it, she chose him. She always went back to him, let him use her body as he saw fit. She couldn’t deny him. She didn’t want to deny him.

But Arya found herself not minding the thought of having Joffrey’s child. The thought of a blonde haired, silver eyed baby made her heart swell. Gods, she sounded like her sister.

Joffrey made no effort to hide his giddiness at the prospect however. The floodgates were open, and he fully intended to go right through them. He took her five times in the next two days. Twice while she was sword training, twice in his quarters, and one time, he actually snuck into her room and fucked her right before her breakfast. It was as if her words that day made him insatiable, and filled his balls to the brim.

Even more, the things he would say. Arya felt her womanhood tremble at the memory.

“I’m going to fill your womb with my seed. You’re going to get every last drop” He said as he fucked her with her legs over his shoulders.

“That’s right, take my cum. take all of me.” He moaned into her ear as he fucked her against a corridor wall.

“That’s it. Lift that ass more, so i can BREED you.” He roared as he railed into her from behind.

Joffrey made his intentions clear as day. He wanted her belly full of his children.

But what was the end goal? He was still betrothed to her sister. A promise made by the king and her father. The scandal that would come if she suddenly appeared pregnant, evermore when she should still have her maidenhood.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to worry about being with child for the next few weeks. She was on her safe days. She doubted Joffrey knew how a woman's natural cycles worked, or would even care if he did.

But that was something that drew her to him in the first place. He was like a nerve; he reacted. Pushed and pulled by stimuli. He did not worry about consequences. He just did what he felt.

And he felt for her.

A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts. She went and opened it and was greeted with Joffrey standing on the other side of the door with a large grin on his face. Arya let out a sigh, and stepped aside, letting him in.
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Joffrey gingerly buttoned up his shirt, with a song in his heart. This was the happiest he’d been since he was a boy. He looked over his shoulder at his handiwork: Arya laid bare naked, face down and disheveled on her bed, legs spread as cum leaked from her cunt.

“Well I think I’ll be headed out now” Says Joffrey. Arya just groans into her bedding.

Joffrey turns and places a kiss to the top of her head, along with a slap to her bubbly ass for good measure, which causes Arya to moan/mewl.

“I’ll see you later tonight” He says as he walks towards the door. Arya was in no condition to verbally respond, and just grunted in what he had to assume was acknowledgement. Satisfied, he leaves her quarters, headed back to his own. He nearly had a skip in his step as he walked through the palace.

Arya

His Arya.

He didn’t think anything could bring him down at that moment.

“Your grace!” came a voice behind him.

He spoke too soon. Sighing, he turned around, and saw a disheveled looking servant staring at him.

“What is it? Can’t you see that I’m busy” He growls. Admittedly he had just been walking, but he was pulled out of the very pleasant thoughts he was having. The servant began stammering, and Joffrey was losing patience. “Out with it!”

The servants eyes go wide as she speaks.

“Your father-“
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His father was dying.

The drunken, vulgar, whore mongering fool was dying.

Gored through the side by an oversized pig. Boar hunting. Such a stupid thing. His father never took him on his boar hunting trips. told him ‘It was for men, and you’re no man yet.’

Guess this is what happens to men.

His mother was already there when he arrived. He walked in and the smell burned his nose. He imagined that’s what dying smelled like.

His father, the man that was always larger than life to him, was on his back, side split open and oozing, skin turning yellow, as he struggled to breathe.

His mother looked upset, LOOKED. She thought he never noticed, but he knew that she had no love for his father. His vulgarity, drunkenness, and mistresses turned their relationship sour. No one else could see through her face, but he knew that there wasn’t a shred of sympathy for him.

Joffrey himself wasn’t sure how he felt about his father. He didn’t know if he loved him. He was a hard man, ever critical of how Joffrey was nothing like him, but he was the only father he’d ever know.

His father saw him, eyes sad. He beckoned him over to his bed. Slowly, Joffrey walked toward him, and sat on the edge. Joffrey reached out his hand to comfort him. Robert flinched at his touch, almost as if not expecting the intimacy.

“I should have spent more time with you.” He says weakly. “Shown you how to be a man.”

Joffrey grimaced at his words.

“I was never meant to be a father”

Joffrey could say nothing at that. He just stared at the dying man.

Ned Stark entered the room, and immediately King Robert's eyes went to him.

Always to Ned.

“Go on. You don’t want to see what comes next” His father groans out.

Joffrey stands, giving his father one last glance, before leaving the room.

His father was dying.

And he would be king.

Joffrey couldn’t help the slight smile that spread across his face at the idea.
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Arya eventually found the energy to clean herself up and get dressed after her and Joffrey’s latest coupling.

Joffrey had the good grace to only make the session brief. He threw her on the bed, pushed her face into the mattress, fucked her savagely, and filled her womb with his seed, all within a quarter hour. She had to have a talk with him, she was starting to chafe.

Arya pulled her clothes on, and crept out of her room. She figured she should check on her father, since Joffrey, and her sword training had been taking up most of her time.

As she moved through the castle, she noticed everyone seemed to be in an uproar and anxious. She tended not to worry herself with the ongoings of the castle, or the city in general, but this felt different.

She arrived to the chamber of the hand of the king. She hears footsteps making their way down the corridor. At first she thought it was her father, but when she listened closely, the steps were fast, and frantic, like a man rushing to get somewhere.

Not the sounds of a man who recently had a spear driven through his thigh.

Arya decided to hide. She looked around the room, looking for a place where she would be unseen. Her father always kept his furnishing sparse. Weighing her option, Arya decided to climb out the window. Right outside the window, was a small ledge, just big enough for her to place her feet on. Her lessons with Syrio had greatly increased her balance, so she was able to comfortably place herself on the ledge, without fear of falling.

The man who entered the room, was Renly Baratheon, the King’s younger brother. He looked anxious, he was breathing heavily.

After several minutes, her father entered the room, along with two guards.

“Lord Stark. A moment….alone if you will?” Renly requests. Arya listens closely.

“He named you protector of the realm.” Renly says.

It wasn’t a question.

Her father was protector of the realm? What had happened to the king? And why was Renly so concerned?

She remained out of sight as she continued to watch and listen.
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His mother wasted no time. She had a startlingly quick mourning period. She was already planning the transition of power to Joffrey. Despite annoying him at times, his mother always had his best interest in mind, or at least what she thought his best interests were.

He and his mother were in his chambers, discussing the next steps, coronation, what his first acts as king should be. She was rambling on details that he cared nothing about. All he knew is that he’d be king soon. The most powerful man in all the Seven Kingdoms.

*Knock Knock*

“Clegane? I thought I made it clear we were not to be disturbed.” Cersei says sharply towards the door.

“Aye, you did, but I think you’ll be wanting to hear what she has to say.” The Hound responds.

“She?” Cersei says, raising a blonde eyebrow “Enter.”

Clegane opens the door, and in walks Arya, face red and distressed, as if she ran there. Arya looks at Joffrey, then looks at Cersei, obviously not expecting her presence.

“The youngest Stark girl? Ayra. What are you doing here? Wh-“

“Mother, let me handle this.” He interrupts. His mother gives him a quizzical look, but stops nonetheless. Joffrey crosses the room to Arya, standing close to her. “What is it Arya?”

The Queen looks at the pair, confused by their familiarity. Once again, Arya’s eyes dart between him and his mother.

“It’s….I….Can I speak to you privately?” Arya asks.

“Anything you can say to me, you can say to her.” Joffrey states. He can see the conflict on her face, her eyes darting thinking on what to say.

“Joffrey, what is-“ Begins his mother.

“It’s my father…..and Renly! Renly wants my father to have you taking into custody! Renly wants to take the throne! “ She rambles out.

Joffrey would be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked by this revelation. He looked at Arya, and could tell by her fever that what she was saying was true. Cersei strode toward Arya, towering over her.

“Your father and Renly conspire to take the throne from the rightful heir?” She asks in an accusatory tone. Arya’s eyebrows knit together and she turns to her.

“No!” Arya shouts, before turning back to Joffrey. “He refused to. Said he wouldn’t dishonor Robert by spilling blood in his halls.”

The Queen let out a bark of laughter.

“So Stannis then? I imagine he’s already sent a message out to him.” She says.

“Why?” Joffrey says suddenly.

“What? I don’t know why he’d contact your un-“

No….why did you come and tell me?” Joffrey asks, boring into her eyes.

“I….” Arya begins, obviously trying to form the words.

“I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.” She whispers, looking at her feet.

Joffrey can only stare.

Once again, she just gave him more than she could ever know. The Game of Thrones, the struggle of kings is nasty, and can turn bloody in a heartbeat. She - his Arya- came to him, wanting to protect him, protect him from her own family. She chose him. Not for the power he held; if she wanted that, she could’ve let her father do whatever he was planning.

She chose him.

Joffrey pulls Arya into a searing kiss. Arya yelps in surprise, and struggles, not comfortable at the display of affection in front of his mother. But Joffrey was past the point of hiding her. He wanted her in all ways, and he wanted the world to know. Eventually Arya melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his hips.

To her credit Cersei stood there silently, witnessing the display with a stoic face.

*Ahem*

The two pull away and look at Cersei.

“Knowing this, we must take Lord Stark into custody. We can’t let him-“

“You can’t!” Arya yells “You can’t I came here to tell Joffrey. So they can talk. So they-“

“You’re father is a traitor to the crown-

“STOP. The both of you.” Joffrey orders. The two immediately stop their bickering. Joffrey thinks for a moment.

“Mother….Plan my coronation as scheduled. We will give Ned Stark a chance. A chance to bend the knee to his new king.”

“And if he refuses?”

Joffrey pulls Arya close.

“I don’t think he'll be in any position to do so.” He says simply.

Arya looks up at him, concern in her eyes at his word. Joffrey simply looks down at her and smiles.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that he is a Lion.
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