Joffrey sat in front of the fire, tending to his sword Widow’s Wail. He sat over his chair with his legs dangling off the side, scowling at simply nothing. The doors to his chambers opened up suddenly, angering Joffrey.

“Who dares enter my chambers?”

He looked and saw you, a simple servant, enter his chambers.

“Oh. It’s just you, wench.”

Joffrey rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning his sword, becoming increasingly annoyed by your presence.