Bad Idea// Tywin Lannister

He is the enemy

'well fought, well fought.' Joffery said as every took a bow. 'a champion purse.' He held out a pouch of gold for them. 'although you are not the champions yet are you?' he slapped the pouch in his hands. 'a true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who dare to challenge by reign... uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume...'

'one taste of combat was enough for my your grace.' Tyrion said ever so kindly. 'I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery in the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new valerian sword and show everyone who a true king wins his throne... be careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust.' He pointed at one of the actors for joffreys little skit. 'it would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night'. Tyrion sat back down and sipped on his drink, Joffrey however was not pleased he sauntered over to Tyrion and poured his drink on tyrions head.

'a fine vintage.' Tyrion said calmly. 'shame that it spilled.'

'Drama, get ready Oberyn,' Emmy whispered, 'this is when shit goes down and people start showing their cards.' Her eyes scanned the crowd, she noticed a very calm grandmother of the new bride, not even paying attention to the argument. While it seemed everyone watched intently, nervously even.

'it did not spill.' Joffrey told him.

'My love come back to me.' margaery told him reaching a hand out.

'well how does he expect me to toast without wine?' Joffrey questioned moving back to her. 'uncle... you can be my cup bearer seeing as youre too cowardly to fight.' Tyrion glanced back to Joffrey.

'your grace does me a great honor.' Tyrion said as he got up.

'it was not meant as an honor.' Joffrey muttered. Tyrion walked around the table and reached out for joffreys cup but Joffrey dropped it to the ground kicking it away.

'bring me my goblet.' Joffrey demanded. Tyrion searched for it but it was sansa who found it bringing it to Tyrion. Tyrion brought it back over to joffrey, everyone else at the wedding was silent. Completely silent. The only sound was the waves in the distance and the birds in the trees.

'what good is an empty cup? Fill it.' Joffrey told him. Tyrin filled it, handing it back to him. 'kneel. Kneel before your king, kneel...i said... kneel!' Joffrey yelled.

'The King everybody.' Emmy murmured. 'thank God we live in Dorne, can you imagine living under that cunts rule?'

'I would have killed him by now.' Oberyn remarked.

'Look the pie!' Margaery said and everyone cheered, tyrion looked over at her and let out a deep sigh. Joffrey walked off the high table and took his valaryan sword he smashed the cake and doves soared out. Emmy's face scrunched up as dead birds sat in the cake. Joffery was fed a piece of cake by Margaery, his brand new wife.

'so romantic.' Emmy murmured to Oberyn. 'cake of death to start a new life together.'

'you don't want bloody cake if you ever marry?' oberyn teased.

'Traditions are strange.' Emmy muttered.

'He is still watching you.' Oberyn told her.

'who?' emmy pondered knowing full well Tywin was still watching her every move.

'You know who.' Oberyn said.

'What can I say? I got him eating out of the palm of my hand.' Emmy remarked sending a flirty smile in Tywins direction.

'Can we go?' Sansa questioned hopefully. Tyrion nodded getting up.

'uncle... where are you going?'

'I thought I might change out of these wet clothes...' tyrion told him,

'no, no, no you are perfect the way you are.' Joffrey said smirking taking another bite of the murdered dove cake. Joffrey cleared his throat looking to tyrion 'serve me my wine.' Tyrion moved slowly over to joffrey's cup which was right night to him, Joffrey had attitude and lack of skill in anything except humiliating and hurting people.

'well hurry up this cake is dry!' joffrey demanded and Tyrion handed over the cup moving back to his seat.

'You would think all the dove blood would make it nice and soft.' Emmy whispered to Oberyn as Joffrey started coughing.

'mmm good.' Joffrey said downing the wine. 'needs washing down.' Joffrey said and Margaery smiled sweetly at him.

'if it pleases your grace-'

'no... no... you will...' Joffrey started couching. 'you will wait here..' choking... coughing unable to breathe. He took another sip. Oberyn and Emmy leaned back in their seats watching the king stumble around.

'Whats happening... did you?' emmy questioned.

'No,' oberyn hissed. They watched Joffrey gasped for breath.

'your grace?' tyrion questioned.

'hes choking!' Margaery cried out as he grasped at his throat and stumbled off the high table.

'Joffrey! Out of the way!' Jaime came running, everyone watched as Joffrey fell to the ground. Coughing up blood, Jaime rushing to his nephews side.

'someone help him!'

'are you sure?' Emmy teased, as they both leaned forward to get a better view of the flailing and falling king.

'Poison Emmy, that is a womans choice weapon.' Oberyn reminded her. emmy nodded, but she would rather the person know it was her. watch the life fade the moment they knew it was over. Know it was her, that ended it.

'joffrey!' Joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned cradling Joffrey in her arms. Tywin got up and walked around the table, finally looking away from Emmy. Tywin waited for his grandson die. Tyrion moved forward as well not believing what he was seeing. Sansa was gone but no one was paying her any attention. Everyone was focused on Joffrey. His face turning pale as he gasped for breath.

'joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned again.

'Help him!'

'Joffrey?' Cersei questioned, Emmy looked around at the crowd. Everyone seemed in shock, but there Olenna sat swirling her wine in her glass, bored. Emmy tried to hide the smirk on her face as they watched the old woman.

'Tyrells.' Emmy whispered to Oberyn and he glanced at Maegerys and her brother Loras before Emmy turned his head to Olenna.

'she looks awfully calm.' Oberyn noted.

'you think anyone is going to blame her though?'

'I think I have a way to get us our vengeance.' Oberyn said a smug smile on his face. Joffrey reached out pointing at Tyrion, pointing at his cup, blood spilled down his nose as he died.

'my son,' cersei cried. 'hes gone. Our king is gone.' Cersei shouted as she held Joffrey his body limp in her arms. 'He did this. He poisoned my son. Your king.' Cersei said getting louder and louder with each word until she was screaming. 'Take him. Take him. Take him! Take him!' cersei demanded pointing at tyrion, joffery still in her arms.

Guards dragged Tyrion away.

Cersei was out for blood.

'should we say something?' emmy questioned.

'who would believe us?' oberyn questioned.