Joffrey was difficult to reason with or discuss matters with even on a good day. It was Joffrey. Cruel, sadistic Joffrey. And yet he was your elder twin brother. And as he was king with the passing of Robert, the matter you needed to discuss required going through him. As a woman you were forced to bend helplessly to the whims of the men around you, and aside from your uncle Tyrion, who had sadly informed you that the request you had needed to be approved by your sadistic twin. You knocked on the door to his chambers, hearing him and Cersei, the women who birthed you two inside.

"You may enter."

Came Joffreys call from within. His blue eyes were fixated on the door, wondering who was interrupting his discussion—albeit a boring discussion in his opinion—with his mother.

Cersei turned, her waist length blonde hair immaculate as her green eyes also focus on the door.