Standstill. Sacrifice. Lack of Control.

He knew he had to be quick if he wanted to save them. He ran through the halls, avoiding guards and people loyal to his mother, especially since she would only stop him and lock him in his chambers.

He shrieked once your arms wrapped around him, stopping him from getting any further. Joffrey squirmed, trying to get out of your arms, yet all he managed was to bring you both down to the floor.

“Stop! I have to get to the dragonpit!”