One's King was not treated this way

[lannister_king]

The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king's banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of

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[worth_killing]

The forest of the island was by no means quiet. More insects and animals than man resided therein, and did not have any sort of respect for the noise tolerance of their neighbors. However the sounds of a horse and a disgruntled boy were easy to distinguish from the rest, and so when he heard the shout, Arthur changed his direction and headed towards it.

The face he saw was not one he had seen before, but there was something familiar in the lines that made Arthur consider him more curiously than he would any other stranger. Not that much of what Arthur was thinking ever showed on his face. "Did you lose your animal?" he asked.

[lannister_king]

"My horse bolted, but he has come back," Joffrey gave the person addressing him so a dark look. "Do you not kneel when meeting your King?"

[worth_killing]

An eyebrow twitched upwards in response to the boy's tone, but Arthur schooled his features with even greater attention towards something impassive and stoic. He would not allow a boy to goad him into anger, especially when he was clearly newly arrived, unaware and grossly ill-mannered.

"I kneel to no man but my God," Arthur responded evenly. "And you are neither my king nor king here. You find yourself, through some strange magic that we do not as yet understand, on an island called Tabula Rasa. There is no king here and the people are free, so you would do well to watch your tone, lord."

[lannister_king]

"What madness is this?" Joffrey's tone is derisive, though he manages to reign in some of his anger, just. His hand on his horse's nose reassures him that whatever this is, it is real.

"This is not Westeros? It is obviously not King's Landing, and if the Starks have performed this magic to steal my throne from me, it shall not work. My mother shall ensure it does not."

[westroslucrezia]

When Cersei saw the bedecked horse and the golden head of the person who rode it, for a moment she thought it was Jamie, her Jamie, not the one of the visions, here to rescue her once and for all. The weeks since Maggy had come to her had passed in a nightmareish haze. She saw Jamie everywhere now, cold and mocking, but the horse and the proud head was more real than the dreams that haunted her - as real as Maggy had been the day she had learned truths she was not yet ready to accept.

But then she blinked a few times and the young man took on a different but equally familiar shape.

"Joffrey!" Mother ran towards son, his name coming again in a sob as she kneeled beside him. "Oh, Joffrey, there you are. There you are, my boy..." She was not the queen her son would have last seen, barefoot and worn, hair tangled and dark circles under her eyes. But she didn't care, she didn't even think of the picture she might make. Her son, she had her son. And was she was never letting him go again.

[lannister_king]

"Get off me you hag!" Joffrey shouted at the wild women before him, pushing her away and scrambling backwards. "How dare you touch me! I am no son of yours!"

Yet even as he did some sort of recognition dawned as he stared at the woman in horror. What foul trickery was this? "Mother?" His voice was high and thin that of a scared boy not a man and King.

[westroslucrezia]

But the joy in Cersei's heart was not so easily banished. The harsh words were ignored, as was the reason he did not immediately recognize her.

"Yes, Joff, yes." She stood and hugged him tightly, his confusion registering when she pulled back. "It has been a very long time and many things have happened. But I shall explain. Now," she wrinkled her nose as reality - or something like it - returned and she noticed the stench. "We will clean you up, and then we shall explain things."

Everything would be fine now, she was certain.

[lannister_king]

If there were one thing Joffrey was certain of it was that nothing was right. "What has happened to you? Have you seen yourself?" His eyes searched the trees, trees that should not be there, "You are the mother of a King, not some common creature!"

The stench of his clothes, that this was not King's landing, that would be dealt with later.

[wokethedragon]

Dany was riding through the forest, laughing as the wind whipped through her hair when she came upon a boy. Well, not quite the boy first. First she came upon the stench and then her silver slowed to a halt as the smell pierced her nostrils.

She was laughing and out of breath and looking very much like a child of the forest in her sage green flowing dress that rippled behind her in the breeze. "Good day, my lord. Have you lost something?" she asked, trying to place where she'd seen his shit splattered face before.

[lannister_king]

She looked as if she could at least be a noble of some sort, especially as she was mounted, though Joffrey did not recognise her. "My city it would seem, and my Dog." the words were sharp and short, his crown crooked in his hair, but none of these things mattered. "There is some witchery about and I would have you stay back." For all he knew she could be the witch.

[wokethedragon]

"Mmm," Dany intoned as she patted the side of her silver's neck while the mare reached down to munch on some foliage. "New to this place then are you? From whence do-" And then she noticed his clothing, the crown and the joy drained from her face. "How far the mighty have fallen," she commented seriously. She should've noticed at the first, should've seen the lions in red and gold all over the place. Dany's fingers tightened around her silver's reins and she sat a little straighter. "Do you know who I am, boy?"

[lannister_king]

"Boy?" His hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword as his other gripped tight to the bridle. His anger rose in him again, they were all traitors, every one. "You would call me boy? I am your King!"