"You didn't have to do that, you know?" Jaehaerys said to the princess.
He wasn't terrified of the trial; he could always request a trial by combat, just as he ended up having to fight in the end. It was foolish, really; Rhaegar was looking for any excuse to screw him over.
"I already did it, what does it matter if I had to or not?" the girl snorted, trying to downplay it.
"Today I will receive Lord Stark's answer. After the trial, we can return to ArgentStone, unless your father has other plans for you," said the prince, sensing the princess's anxiety.
"I don't care about the drama; Grandfather will save Joffrey; he'll live, probably in exile," she shrugged. "I'll find him eventually," she whispered at last.
Jaehaerys was not so sure about Tywin wanting to save Joffrey's life. He wasn't soft-hearted; if he needed to cut his family three, he would do it.
"And the looks, what do you think of them?" he asked her. On the way, they had encountered many lords looking at the princess with pity. One or two ladies even covered their mouths as they stifled sobs.
"I don't care, there are no looks like that in your castle," she said sharply. Her sisters walked behind them in silence.
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"Did you allow that, Cersei?" Tywin asked, without shouting, without making a scene; it was that low voice, but it contained everything but calm.
"That's a lie!"
"Your offspring's eyes scread his guilt; don't take
for a fool!" Jai and Tyrion were there, watching—one with disappointnt and the other with amusent.
"They... Serena and Joffrey loved each other. It was Jaehaerys who intervened; they would have been happy together," Cersei began to rave, making up nonsense—a desperate woman.
"Lannister!" said Tywin. "What does that na an to you?"
"It reminds
that we are superior to others." She said, her head high, "What does the opinion of sheep matter to a lion?" she replied proudly.
"Lannister... is legacy, now tarnished by your stupidity. Perhaps I should have sent you to beco a Septa instead of marrying in Dorne," said the older man.
"It wasn't my fault, Father," she whispered, as if begging for rcy.
"You saw it and allowed it. At first, I didn't understand Serena's reluctance to discuss the prince in detail. But now it's all clear. She hates you and, therefore, she hates us," Tyrion interjected thoughtfully.
"She doesn't hate ," Cersei bristled at his words.
Tyrion seed to want to say sothing else, but his father silenced him with a glance. He shrank into his seat; despite everything, he respected the older man. He feared him even more.
"You will remain on the rock from now on. Serena condemned the act in public, so even if she refuses, the voices will continue to scream. An, no. I don't care about the sheep's voices, but the Dragon's. " Tywin told Cersei, like a father sending his daughter to reflect in the corner. Rhaegar is unhappy with the marriage between Aegon and Myrcella, and he sees this as an opportunity. 'No... Rhaegar is too cowardly.'
"What will happen to Joffrey?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
"We should hang him and completely disown him from our house," said an angry voice at the door. Joanna strode in. "I heard everything, the damn voices are screaming it everywhere," Joanna looked at Cersei in disbelief. "You knew? And you allowed it?"
"It's a lie, they... they loved each other," she tried to justify Joffrey.
"Cersei, even though you've been away from
for so long, I still know perfectly well when you're lying to . Your own daughter... why? If anyone had laid a finger on you, I would have thrown him into the sea in a lead suit of armor, lted with their flesh," Joanna asked with anger and sadness.
Cersei shut her mouth. No matter what she said, no one seed willing to defend Joffrey.
"Joffrey will be judged," Tywin decreed.
"No, not him, Father, please. He's your grandson; he is a kid." Cersei fell to her knees as she pleaded.
"He's a plague, one I must clean up quickly. I don't want him to end up affecting everything else," her father said, ignoring even his daughter's tears. Joffrey had been considered a possible heir to the Rock if Jai had no male heir, but at that mont, it was no longer necessary.
He had an heir. "I rember Lord Coin's eyes were the sa color," the prince's words echoed in his head. Would Lysa have been capable of bearing another man's child? He didn't know, but from that mont on, he couldn't see any resemblance between Jai and the baby.
"And the prince's trial? There's a chance the prince will lose against seven n in battle. I'm sure the king will provide his own if necessary," Jai said.
"And if Jaehaerys wins, we Lannisters will lose twice. First, by defending a rapist, one who went against his own blood, no less. Second, in a trial. I don't think Jaehaerys is kind enough to spare the lives of the seven warriors," Tyrion interjected. "Who would the king send, his royal guard? It's unlikely he'd risk losing them. I don't think there's anyone besides the Sword of the Morning who could stand up to the prince," he narrowed his eyes as he thought. "Not even you, brother," he silenced Jai when he opened his mouth. "Jai, don't you feel repulsed when you think of Joffrey?" Tyrion thought of poor Serena. If anyone deserved what happened to her, it wasn't her; it was Cersei.
Jai remained silent. "He's a Lannister... we protect our own."
"We're protecting Serena," Tywin said, as an excuse. He was really looking to protect his reputation.
"Even so, the king seems to want a trial," Tyrion added.
"It doesn't matter what the king wants," said Tywin, walking away angrily, his feet pounding the floor, the echoing noise mingling with Cersei's sobs.
"If Joffrey admits his cris, he will be sent to the Wall, a fitting fate for him," said Tyrion.
"HE IS NOT GUILTY!" Cersei shouted for the umpteenth ti. Saliva flew grotesquely from her mouth, her bloodshot eyes touching Joanna's heart.
"Otherwise, he will die," said Tywin's wife.
"If Prince Oberyn hasn't killed him already," said Tyrion, grimacing, not wanting to sound happy.
Cersei scread as she rushed to her son's chambers. This ti, there was no Sandor to stop her.
"The queen mother, how did she react?" asked Tyrion.
His mother, Joanna, had been tasked with distracting Rhaella and keeping her away from the prince's trial. She had to feign dentia, as if she didn't really know about the trial and just wanted to have tea with her old friend.
"She was angry at first," she said with a sigh. "Then she laughed out loud, not in the demure way she usually does." Joanna's frown was pronounced.
"Ah... I can imagine what news made her laugh so much," Tyrion said with a smile.
"You look happy, brother," Jai said, his eyes suspicious.
"It's not happiness, it's amusent. They're not the sa thing," said the Imp. "You should get ready and talk to Myrcella, tell her what story she should tell. She can't open her mouth to defend Joffrey. She has to condemn him, too." Jai listened. "I think you will talk against Joffrey
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