Chapter 39 - The Wolf Girl's Bet III

Shae opened her eyes and gasped, quickly jumping to the back and covering herself with the quilt. Meanwhile, Tyrion had no shame and slowly moved while groaning.

The whore covers her tits? Joffrey amusedly looked at Shae. Usually, women would brazenly reveal themselves to him in hopes of catching the King's eye. After the word spread of how he took Mhaegan into the Red Keep, many whores dreamt of the King's favor.

"I was going to, Y-Your Grace…"

"You're drunk?" Joffrey sneered rather coldly, his eyes glaring at the whore and his uncle. "In the middle of the day?"

"Ah, just a tiny bit to energize myself." Tyrion rolled out of the bed with great effort. But with him, a wine goblet also fell to the floor with loud clanks.

Joffrey's heart grew colder with that. "Do you know why I made you the Lord Hand?"

Tyrion looked around for his pants. But he couldn't even walk around properly. It was questionable if he could see.

"I value your brain, Uncle. That's why I stood by you even when Grandfather demanded that you be removed from the position." Joffrey raised his voice a notch. "This is your reply to the trust I put in you? Whoring in the middle of the day? Drinking? You can't even walk, Uncle!"

Joffrey felt the dormant evil beast waking up in his heart again. He had tried his best to not be repulsive towards his uncle since he was a smart man, a useful man. But if this was going to be Tyrion's decision, he realized he needed to start looking for replacements already.

"I never cared who you slept with, or where you did it." Joffrey gave Shae another cold glance and walked back towards the door to leave. "But if you can't even control your vices, it's better you indulge in them at Lannisport, not King's Landing."

Joffrey walked away, vanishing through the door. But then he returned for a moment. "No need to report to the Small Council. You're useless to me, the Crown, and the Seven Kingdoms like this."

Infuriated, Joffrey decided to postpone the meeting. It was important for the future of the Seven Kingdoms, but he didn't want to make grand decisions without sound advisors beside him.

"Tell Lord Redwyne that the meeting will be held after dinner," Joffrey ordered his lone Kingsguards to relay the message and walked back towards his solar alone. As the King, he had plenty of things to do anyway.

"Your Grace."

"Mother?" Joffrey found Cersei walking towards him just then, alone. Dressed in tight but modestly covering robes, he noticed her particularly deep neck gave too much for the eyes to feast on. He had no doubt it was for him. Or perhaps Jaime?

"Is that how you greet your mother?" Cersei stepped forward and embraced Joffrey in a surprise move. Tight against her bosom while her lips kissed his cheek rather moistly. The hug lasted more than necessary, raising alarms in Joffrey's head.

Joffrey finally embraced her back, grabbing her by the waist. Only then did the woman let him go. "Where are you headed, Mother?"

"Oh, I simply felt interested to see the Small Council today. You wouldn't mind if I joined, would you?" Cersei asked softly, never leaving his hand that she held. Her green eyes sparkled, trying their best to show sincerity.

This whore! Joffrey, already angered by Tyrion, felt even more enraged. Just because she had my cock she now believes she has me? How naive is she?

What Joffrey didn't realize was that this trick had always worked for Cersei. Despite being in her later age, and having a little more flesh, she remained one of the most desirable women in Westeros. The number of men willing to kill just for a chance to lay with her was countless. She had long realized the most useful tool she had was between her legs.

"Forgive me, Mother. But I can't allow that. The rules are made to be obeyed, and if I as the king break them, where does that put the smallfolk? A lot of important decisions are taken in there that, if leaked outside, can bring ruin to my throne. Of course, if anything leaks, the first one to be suspected would be the odd guest in the room." Joffrey maintained a calm voice and caressed Cersei's face as if in concern. His thumb rubbed very close to her lip, maintaining the illusion that her cunt had worked its wonders on him.

"I can't have your name tarnished, Mother. I can't have anyone raising their fingers at you."

Cersei's gaze became softer as she locked her gaze up with him. She held Joffrey's hand resting on her face and kissed his palm. "You care for me so much, my lion. I just… wished to help you make decisions."

"I know, Mother. I am thankful," Joffrey replied and purposefully glanced at her bosom for a short moment before looking up again. "I can't have you in the Small Council for now. But I will remember to look for you if I ever need any other help."

Cersei smirked, which turned into a big smile. Her pearl-white teeth showcased beautifully. She once again stepped closer to him and placed one hand on his chest while the other lingered below over his belly, continuously going further down towards his groin. "Anything for my sweet Joffrey… Anything."

Before she could reach his cock, Joffrey hugged her back on his own accord this time, making her live under the impression that she had her ropes around him. "I'll remember that, Mother. But I should go now, too much work."

"I should go and oversee the preparations for your wedding," Cersei replied and bid farewell with one last peck on Joffrey's cheeks.

Joffrey, returning to his solar, wiped his face with his sleeves annoyedly. But he could still feel the phantom touch of Cersei's lips.

Finally, he hoped to sit down and relax a bit. But there was already someone waiting for him there. However, seeing this person made him feel somewhat calmer.

"Did you lose your way, Myrcella?" Joffrey asked as he took his seat behind the table.

Myrcella was already seated in the visitor's seat. She was an elegant girl with a delicate and courteous nature. It didn't help that she was a beauty of the same fame as Cersei once was.

Her golden curls, emerald eyes, and full lips stood out. Although slender now, she was still growing into a fine lady. Perhaps this was the reason why Oberyn so readily agreed to couple her with Trystane Martell.

"Why do you hate me, Your Grace?" Myrcella asked suddenly.

Joffrey sensed another headache approaching. "What do you mean? I never hated you."

"Then why are you selling me off to Dorne?" She asked, her pretty eyes on the verge of tears.

Joffrey sighed and relaxed in his seat. "Do you think you can live in King's Landing for the rest of your life?"

"I know I'll have to marry and leave someday. But isn't this too soon?" Myrcella questioned.

Joffrey sighed and stood up, walking around to Myrcella. He gently caressed her head like a caring brother. It was truly pathetic that their fat whoremonger of a 'father' couldn't even act like a father figure to them.

"It's not soon, Myrcella. It's just a betrothal, not marriage. Besides, what options were there? The Starks are dead, the Riverlands have nobody, Loras likes men, and… Ah, there is that boy I brought from the Vale. He's slow in the head, would you have preferred him?" Joffrey explained his choices to some degree. "Dorne is rich, and they are respectful. You'll find happiness and comfort there, Myrcella. For me, that's all that matters."

"But I don't want to go so early." Myrcella sobbed and suddenly stood up. Her face looked ugly with all those tears. "I want to stay here for a little more… Please, Your Grace."

"I'm afraid the decision has been made," Joffrey replied.

Myrcella cried openly at that and suddenly grabbed Joffrey's surcoat. She looked up at him, his height far domineering for her. "T-Then… I'm willing to…"

Joffrey's eyes gaped wide. Myrcella abruptly rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against Joffrey's. At the same time, she grabbed his hand and forced it atop her budding breasts.

"Myrcella!" Joffrey bellowed and pushed the girl away, almost throwing her on the floor. He coughed and wiped his lips quickly, "Have you lost your mind? What is this madness?"

Myrcella balanced herself and stared back at Joffrey with a hurtful expression. "Y-You like women… I'm willing to do what they do. I don't want to go, Joffrey, please."

"Ugggh!" Joffrey growled and rubbed his forehead. "Fine, I'll ask the Martells to let you stay for a few more months. But after that, I don't want any more of those tears and absolutely not… whatever you thought you were doing! It's disgusting, Myrcella! It's vile!"

Myrcella quickly stopped crying and wiped her tears. Plastering a faint smile on her face, she nodded her head vigorously. "I promise."

"Off you go now." Joffrey waved his hand as if shooing a puppy away.

Thud!

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