Done playing, Joffrey pulled out his dagger from the waist and without a second wasted, slammed the sharp tip right through Theon's chest, puncturing the heart. He did it so fast that Theon didn't even get to react. With a shocked face, he started bleeding and lost his life.
Joffrey pulled out the dagger and sidestepped towards Asha. Standing in front of her, he found the short-haired woman beautiful. But too bad, he knew she was like an ambitious man trapped in a woman's body.
And for such ambitious fools, he had only one response.
"Your turn, Asha."
"No! Listen p—"
Bam!
Joffrey punctured her heart, same as Theon. But he didn't turn or twist the blade in her chest. He slowly pulled it out and let her bleed, slowly losing her life.
"W-Why… Why…?" Asha weakly murmured.
Joffrey wiped the blade on Theon's corpse, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Why? Because you existed, that's why. The first thing a true king does is clean his own kennel. My bloated excuse of a father forgot that. Won the Rebellion, then got drunk and lazy. This… is the course correction—Oh, you don't know? I sent the royal fleet—and the Redwynes too. The Iron Islands are cinders now. Your uncles? Dead. Your ships? Gone. And yes, Euron is dead too."
Asha's face had turned pale by then, and she eventually plopped forward.
"Behead them." Joffrey stepped back and ordered the two Unsullied. "Hah! I saw that flinch, Asha. You think you're smart, but you're not."
Asha was acting dead; Joffrey had expected that much. But he was now thorough, never leaving his enemy's demise to fate or chance. Beheading was the best and the quickest method to kill.
Woosh!
Moments later, two heads flew and rolled on the damp floor.
Joffrey ignored them and returned to the main floor. It was time to head to Winterfell.
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Before midday, Joffrey departed The Twins. Using the Kingsroad, they headed up, soon crossing Moat Cailin. It was a multi-day journey, as Winterfell sat too deep in the North. But it was pleasant having Daenerys to spend time with, and whenever she'd fly away, he'd spend time with the other ladies—secretly, of course.
By the time he arrived at Winterfell, the castle and the town around it had been turned into a war fortress. Winter Town had been emptied, all its smallfolk sent away to the nearby castles or towns. Currently, Winterfell housed nothing but Joffrey's army, made up of more than a hundred thousand men from all over Westeros.
Joffrey got off his horse and made his way into the castle. He had just walked in when Tyrion came rushing towards him. Tyrion had left for Winterfell before Joffrey with a small retinue to manage the army.
"Your Grace, a missive has come from the Wall."
Joffrey took the folded paper and read it. His brows creased in confused fury the moment he finished reading. Then he read it again and became enraged.
"Who sent this?" He demanded.
"I don't know. It came with a raven." Tyrion explained, having read it already. "Who could it be, Your Grace? Could it be Mance R—"
"No, he's not that much of a fool. There's no glory in taking the Wall—his people gain nothing from ice and stones. But if it's fallen to some enemy… I'll fly north with Daenerys and her dragon to see it myself." Joffrey declared urgently and looked at his wife. "You don't mind, do you, Daenerys?"
Daenerys shook her head. "Not at all. We should go right away."
"You shouldn't," Tyrion advised. "By the time you'll get there, it'll be dark. Save your eyes the trouble."
"Then we leave in the morning." Joffrey decided and moved further into the castle. He had hardly any time to finalize everything. Moreover, the uncertainty ate at him. Not knowing when and where the Night King would strike worried him.
As night descended upon the North, Winterfell was covered with torches and lanterns everywhere. The massive army was based outside the castle, forming a vast camp of tents. Inside the Winterfell castle rested the many Lords and Knights who had willingly joined the battle. But within the main keep, it was just the Starks, Joffrey, Daenerys, and his Kingsguards.
Joffrey finished his meal quickly and busied himself, maintaining distance from Daenerys as he had an important task planned beforehand. A promise that he had to keep. He met with the Lords, the Knights, and Ser Arthur to keep the army ready to react at any moment.
He told Daenerys to focus on arming Drogon, who they planned to fly the next day. Once midnight approached, Joffrey slipped through secret pathways and entered the Stark crypts beneath Winterfell.
Through the old and heavy ironwood door, he entered the brightly lit and fragrant underground crypt. It was normally dark and damp, but that night, something had been planned there. As he walked deeper, he found a bedding made on the floor itself with many candles placed nearby.
Beside the bedding, leaning against the wall, stood Val, arms crossed, her beautiful, honey-blonde locks made in a single, thick braid, reaching to her waist. She'd discarded her armor, which was stacked not far away. Just in her regular, loose tunic and breeches, she looked rather stunning. Even more so as her feminine curves were on display, those voluptuous breasts making twin hills, her fleshy legs leading up to her amazing hips.
"I was starting to question if you forgot about me, my king of kneelers," Val purred and strolled towards her conqueror.
Joffrey chuckled and, cherishing, welcomed her in his arms, both his hands warmly wrapping around her hourglass waist. From so close, he relished her beautiful face, those full lips, that glistening skin, and her big eyes. "Can't let the king's words be dishonored now, Val. I vowed to give you my seed, and here I am."
"Umm… Do give me plenty, Your Grace. I hope you'll last till daylight."
Chuckling, Joffrey reached lower behind her and gripped her amazing asscheeks, pulling her body tighter against him. "Worry about yourself, Val—You won't be walking come morning."
"Oh? I can't wait…" Val neared her lips to his and softly kissed him for a quick peck. "Give me your seed, Your Grace. Put a babe in me… breed me, own me, as you do—claim your right as you have earned—ah!"
It was too much for Joffrey. Just listening to her stirred the wild creature hiding inside him. It was true, he'd won Val fairly, and she was his to do as pleased. But he never bred her out of respect, but now… she was asking for it.
"Shh… I only want to hear your moans." Joffrey declared and kissed her with uncontrolled heat.
Joffrey shoved her into the wall, lips crashing down on hers with possessive hunger. His body pinned her on the cold surface. His one hand shot up, capturing both her wrists and slamming them above her head, locking them there like a beast restraining its prey. His other hand gripped her throat, hard enough to make her breath choke. He kissed her like a man starving, devouring, biting, owning her hot mouth.
Val moaned right into his mouth, sounding desperate and shameless. Her legs trembled slightly, but her hips ground against him, seeking friction. "Yesss! Umhphhh~~ That's it… claim your Wildling… isn't that who I am?"
Her answer only ignited the fire in him. Joffrey growled into her mouth, his grip on her throat tightening as he deepened the kiss.
She kissed back like a woman possessed, sucking his tongue into her mouth, lathering it with wet heat, like she was already practicing for his cock. Her wrists twisted helplessly in his hold, but she didn't pull away. She offered herself further, leaning into his choking hand.
With hunger already burning in his belly, Joffrey yanked up her tunic and threw it to the ground, exposing her divine figure. Her upper smallclothes were next, ripped clean apart with one harsh tug. Those pale, majestic tits came out, flushed and heaving.
His mouth latched on to a tit instantly, dragging his tongue over her tight pink buds, his teeth tugging one while his fingers pinched the other.
She arched into him, fingers tangled in his golden hair, whispering needy gasps against his temple. Her chest heaved towards him eagerly, more and more, begging for more attention, needing him, wanting him to claim her entirely.
His hand slid down, slipping into her breeches and between her legs. One finger found her slit; wet, warm, and dripping for him. He didn't tease, he didn't need to. He plunged a finger in deep, then two, feeling how ready she was, drenched to the core.
"You're soaked already," he sneered, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "Needy little wildling."
Val merely grinned and moaned louder, hips grinding into his hand like she wanted to milk his fingers. Her sticky, wet juices came out every time his fingers pulled out and plunged back in.
When he'd had enough. He shoved her breeches down in one swift move, and she stepped out of them like a woman shedding civility. His own trousers dropped next, and out sprang his thick cock, veiny and solid, the swollen head slick with precum.
Val's eyes locked on him, hungry, and she started to lower herself.
"No," Joffrey snarled. He grabbed her by the blonde braid and spun her around, pushing her hard toward the cold wall. She whimpered in delight as he pushed her upper body down, her cheek mashed against the rough stone. Her back arched, her ass perked up high, and her legs spread in a primal offering.
"I'll claim you, Val… like the wildling whore you are."
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