Chapter 48: Riot
The following morning the Dornish ship made port, they were welcomed by a drunk King Robert who was in his full armor and Warhammer at his side. Due to the previous day, Kings Landing was full of angry citizens who could revolt at any minute.
So to ensure nothing went wrong, Robert and six Kingsguard along with Joffrey rode out to the port to accompany Princess Arianne and her younger brother Prince Quentyn back to the Red Keep.
Arianne was older than Joffrey by six years, she was born in 276 AC while he was born in 282 AC, so although it would be a few years till the wedding ceremony would take place, she would be spending her time in Kings Landing to get to know Joffrey.
When Robert saw her getting off the ship however, his fondness for beautiful women had him beginning to drool. Arianne was definitely a very beautiful girl in a multitude of various ways. She was a buxom beauty with olive skin, large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that fell down to the middle of her back in ringlets. Arianne had full luscious lips, a husky yet erotic voice, full large round breasts with large dark nipples. Like her mother she was a short woman, standing at only 1.5 meters, or about five foot two inches tall.
It wasn't just her looks either, it was her demeanor and mannerism, she knew she was a rare beauty and thus used it as a weapon to get what she wanted. She was highly intelligent, calculating, cunning, adventurous, and fierce-tempered. She was able to easily manipulate men and women both using her body and mind.
When she found something she desired, she would strive to obtain it at all cost. She doesn't shy away from using her looks to get what she wants, nor from seducing men and women to do her bidding, occasionally granting sexual favors for them to do things or get things for her.
As she walked off the ship, wearing a beautiful sun yellow colored Dornish dress with a green silk veil that accentuated the dresses color. Her cleavage was on full display as a means to entice those that looked upon her.
Robert looked at his son Joffrey with a bit of jealousy, even Joffrey was taken in by her beauty, but not in the way a normal boy would be smitten with a girl. He was thinking of what he could do to inflict pain on his wife, he then decided to have a dornish whore brought to him later so he could begin his practice.
Quentyn too came up from behind her, he was short-legged and stocky, thickly built. He wasn't handsome or ugly, rather he was quite plain. He had brown hair and eyes, a high forehead, broad nose, and square jaw. He did share a resemblance to his father Doran very heavily. He was wearing a robe matching the color of his older sister. He was of similar age to Joffrey, only a year older than the crowned prince.
"Greetings my King, you look quite dashing today. Prince Joffrey." Arianne said with a melodious voice as she gave a curtsy, which she ensured brought a lot attention to her chest.
"Ah, Princess Arianne, you are more beautiful than I have heard, my son is a lucky one to say the least. I hope your trip went without incident." Robert said as he undressed the girl with his eyes.
"Aye, your highness, the trip went well. Although I kept hoping for a something to happen to relieve the boredom of the trip, but unfortunately nothing ever happened, now that we are finally here, I do hope to find some adventure within the capital." Arianne replied with a smile.
She noticed the look in Robert's eyes as well as Joffrey's, she knew she would be able to enjoy her time in Kings Landing to her hearts content at that moment. That was her true goal, to wrap both the King and his sons around her little pinky, she knew if she could accomplish this goal, she would become the most powerful woman in Westeros.
"Aye, if it is adventures you seek, I had planned to go hunting in a few days, perhaps you and your brother would like to join me and Joffrey in our hunt. He has really taken to hunting almost as much as myself." Robert said with a laugh.
"That sounds wonderful, I myself enjoy a good hunt." Arianne answered.
She, like many of the women in Dorne, was trained to fight from a young age. Not only was she proficient in daggers, spears, and swords, she was also good with poisons similar to her Uncle Oberyn.
Arianne was very close with Oberyn and his bastard daughters, more so than she was with her own brothers. This was why she didn't even introduce her own brother who accompanied her.
As she walked to her carriage Joffrey spoke up in an arrogant tone, "Hey! Where do you think your going? Did I say you can go into the carriage? I am to be king so you have to obey me. I want you on a horse riding next to me, the people should know you will be my wife."
Arianne's eyebrow twitched as she listened to what her future husband said, but she kept her thoughts to herself and answered, "I apologize my prince, I..."
"Husband, you may as well start getting used to it now. I shall call you wife moving forward as well." Joffrey cut her off as she was talking which pissed her off even more.
"That wouldn't be appropriate at this time Crown Prince. We are not wed yet, and also there is no marriage contract just yet. I have no problem riding on a horse, in fact I prefer it, but I shall not call you husband until we are actually wed, and you will call me Princess Arianne, not wife." Arianne answered smoothly and calmly, but inside she was cursing the boy and his arrogance, imagining how she would make the boy pay.
"I will be the King you..." Joffrey started to shout in anger since she wasn't abiding by what he wanted, but was interrupted.
*SMACK*
"You aren't king yet you piss ant, now shut your mouth and let's get back to the castle. Your mother did a piss poor job at teaching you etiquette. You hold no fucking power to order others while I'm around you brat. If I hear anything about you trying to pull some shit like this again I'll send your ass to the fucking Wall to make a man out of you." Robert threatened, he didn't spend much time with the boy with his mother not around, so this behavior pissed him off.
He knew that the alliance between them and the Martells were tentative at best, they were basically trying to pit them against their cousins after all. This was the only way he saw to get his Lyanna since if he could capture her son with Rhaegar, he could force her to give up and come to him.
This was the only thing Robert cared about, in fact he planned to strip the boy of his title of Crown Prince the moment Lyanna gave birth to a son for him. Robert only saw Joffrey as a weak and annoying brat with no redeeming qualities.
Joffrey was not good at anything, whether it was physical combat, fitness, scholastically, or even strategy. He was a crybaby who ran to his mother anytime he didn't get his way, or if he was told off by his teacher or trainer, he was a spoiled brat.
Myrcella and Tommen both at least showed promise in different fields, Myrcella was good with music, poetry, embroidery, and dance. Tommen was showing promise in his intelligence, he enjoyed reading and was good with math. Joffrey was only good at cruelty towards others, he was a bully, he had killed multiple of his siblings pets in cruel manners whenever they received praise from their teachers.
Joffrey wanted to cry, but there were many people around, including his fiancée so he held back the tears and shouted at the guards, "Hurry up you stupid fools, get my fiancée and her brother a horse!"
Arianne sent a playful wink to King Robert, she was even more determined to get her claws into the King himself, which she knew wouldn't be to difficult since he had a reputation for sleeping with whores on a regular basis.
"That you your highness, I look forward to spending time together to get to know not only each other more intimately, but your family as well. They will be my family too once we are wed after all." She said as she was brought a horse, she just couldn't figure out if the boy was being cruel or a pervert by having her ride a horse in a dress.
But she was very experienced with riding, so when she mounted the horse remaining sideways in the saddle, rather than facing forward, seeing the depressed look Joffrey had, she thought she figured out he was a pervert.
Little did she know she was only half right, he wanted her to be embarrassed and shamed, it would satisfy him to make her strip naked and parade her around as his wife thru the streets of Kings Landing. That is what got him off.
In the original timeline, he had Sansa Stark, who was his betrothed at that time, beaten and stripped naked in front of all the other lords and ladies when she tried to beg for her father's life, all the while he held a loaded crossbow aimed at her.
As they rode side by side, Arianne defiantly looked at Joffrey with a warm smile as they rode from the docks towards the Red Keep, she even waved at the small folk who didn't wave back, which this surprised her. She felt something wasn't right, which it wasn't.
As Joffrey sat on his horse, lost in his thoughts on how he was going to make Arianne pay for disobeying him and causing him to get yelled at by his father, their little convoy was attacked by a mob of peasants half way to the keep.
Joffrey was hit with rotten cabbage and eggs, even Arianne was hit with rotten food, but she was an excellent fighter and rider so unlike Joffrey who began to panic with the commotion that started, she rode forward, pulling a set of hidden daggers from her dress and killed any man who tried to pull her from her horse.
Robert and the Kingsguard began slaughtering the citizens who attacked, Barristan was the only one who didn't due to he grabbed the sniveling prince who was shouting idiotic phrases like "How dare you hit me, I'm the prince!" amongst many other things, and rode hard for the safety of the castle.
Quentyn too was able to maintain his calm and pulled out his sword and helped the guards protect his older sister and Joffrey, but like his sister he was shocked by this sudden attack. They both knew something wasn't right with this, they knew Robert was at war but this was his own turf, his own people, or at least they were supposed to be his citizens.
They pushed all thoughts to the back of their minds, focused solely on getting to the castle. Finding out what was going on could wait until they were safe within the castle walls.
Robert however was happy, he was wanting something like this to happen, now he had a reason to kill people. It didn't matter that none of them had real weapons, most were starving people who had suffered at the hands of the "Gold Cloaks", or City Watch, the previous night.
Many people were hurt or even killed when they didn't cooperate with them in their search, nobody likes to be woken up after a hard days work and being demanded that they submit to a search of their property, when they refused, their doors were kicked in and they were beaten. Some were killed when they fought back.
This caused the whole population to seek vengeance for what was done to them, but they never imagined that Robert would start killing right away, which escalated the riot even more, citizens began to then show up with weapons of their own.
Robert noticed Arianne killing any men that came close, he saw the skill in her riding and killing technique, an image of Lyanna overlapped Arianne within his mind.
Lyanna too was a warrior, she had excellent riding skills and knew how to fight with a sword and shield as well as a bow. Arianne was proving to be an efficient warrior as well, which made Robert want her even more than he did previously.
'That little shit doesn't deserve such a fine woman, she is way better than that blond cunt of a wife of mine, I'll just have to enjoy her for the next few years myself, at least until I can get my Lyanne back. Guess I can have Pycelle keep that bitch locked away for a bit longer.' Robert thought to himself as he smashed a man's head like a watermelon with his hammer.
The smell of blood and the sounds of people dieing fed his bloodlust and his desire to fuck a woman. He and his guards even began to run people down as they killed their way to the keep.
While the convoy fought their way to the keep, in Maegor's Tower, Cercei was recovering from her ordeal. Pycelle was brutal with her, she had many bruises, cuts, and bite marks all over her body. She trembled with hate and anger, but she remained calm. She knew all she needed to do was get out of Kings Landing and make it to her father.
She felt that if her father knew what she was subjected to by Pycelle, she would have her revenge, she planned to make him suffer far worse than what he had done to her, she would make sure to feed that love potion to a whole bunch of rapists in the dungeon then let them rape him over and over as he did to her.
Hearing her cell door open, she quickly got into a position on the floor to make it look like she was hurt, she had even collected some of her own blood and smeared it on and around her mouth and nose.
Cercei pretended to be dead, breathing extremely slowly, when Pycelle entered, whistling a joyful tune since he enjoyed himself thoroughly the previous night for hours, his joy stopped at what he saw.
"Shit.. No..no no. Did I give her too much of the potion? Shit." Pycelle said worriedly as he quickly dropped his bag and hurried over to the naked body of Cercei.
Right when he went to check on her condition as soon as he was close enough, Cercei grabbed his arm and pulled him down hard. She pounced up and smashed his head a few times into the stone floor, knocking the man unconscious. She made sure not to kill him, she wanted him to sweat, to know she would have revenge.
After grabbing the love potion from Pycelle's bag, she went to her room, dressed in a cloak and travel clothes, she tried to find Joffrey but unable to locate him, she left thru hidden passages and escaped Kings Landing.
She would return for her children and for revenge.
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