[for Cersei]
Joffrey hadn't seen his mother on his arrival home that night after the party. It was likely best. He'd been angry, and possibly drunk as well. His head filled with thought of Sansa Stark and her faithlessness. Her betrayal. She belonged to him, not any other man, was his to do what he wished with. Now she'd had another child with some other man. She seemed to want to be a common whore, nothing more, when she could have been a Queen.
She would most certainly pay now.
The next morning he'd snarled at Cersei, barely awake himself when he did so. "Sansa Stark has a child." Not a respectful way to say good morning to one's mother, but Joffrey was not a respectful child. Acting so in front of other's was taking its toll and he found himself snapping at his mother more and more.
She would most certainly pay now.
The next morning he'd snarled at Cersei, barely awake himself when he did so. "Sansa Stark has a child." Not a respectful way to say good morning to one's mother, but Joffrey was not a respectful child. Acting so in front of other's was taking its toll and he found himself snapping at his mother more and more.