Mine is the Fury(OPEN)

[Cersei Lannister]

A grim line settled itself on Cersei's lips as her eyes flickered over the men who were talking before her. Her eyes settled on her young son, his image looking quite like her own when she was angry. She turned her attention back to Jaime as her spoke. She would have loved nothing more than to just be held in his arms right now, but she repressed, instead actively listening to the events unfold. "Stannis wouldn't be able to hold you back." Cersei chimed in, just adding some minor fuel to the fire. A small smile flickered for a moment as she heard Jaime mention his 'your majesty.' That was him, stoking the anger of Joffrey, a thing he was quite skilled at.

Cersei's eyes narrowed as her over bearing father began his speech. "I do so know how you love to lead father." she let out in a small voice. "Very well father, speak. Though I do not doubt that the Spider and the Mockingbird already know of what you speak. I'm most convinced that Varys has spies at the gates. The man inhales secrets as he does breath." she said as crossed her arms before her.

Cersei rested her eyes on her eldest son, her most loved child, without a doubt. He had so much potential, shattered by his anger. Something no doubt that she was to blame for."You speak truly Joffrey." Cersei mentioned as she looked about the giant room they were in. Would the Lannisters never be at ease? They always seemed to be sowing the ground for their success.

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"Your uncle has no desire for your crown, boy...", Tywin said, his eyes narrowing on Joffrey as he spoke some truth to quell Cersei's idiotic lies. Tyrion Lannister was a lot of things. One thing Tywin was happy about was that his youngest son wasn't fool enough to try anything too ambitious. The little whore monger wanted Casterly Rock, something he would never receive. But that was the limit of his wants. Tywin silently resepcted it, but it wasn't anything he would ever hand over. so he could ruin the name of the family he'd worked so hard to put on a pedestal? It would never happen.

"Your entire rule thus far has been based on madness, fueled by your mother's incompetence. And this will stop, do you understand me? The wolf is at the doorstep of our seat of power in the Westerlands and Stannis Baratheon still draws breath. Don't get me started on the little girl beyond the Narrow Sea."

Not a threat, some might say. But Tywin knew first hand the weight that the name "Targaryen" carried in this world. People would flock to her and she would have enough power to be a legitimate threat to the Lannister's rule in Westeros.

"They will all be dealt with... But neither one of you will create more problems."

[Joffrey Baratheon]

Joffrey clenched his fists. Chiding him, always chiding. But he was a king. Their king. They did not seem to understand that. It was his by right, he was king, and they should listen to him, and nothing more. But they plotted and they schemed, and it was all so infuriating. The welt on Joffrey's face throbbed painfully as he stared at his family members, signifying his rage, which had grown to a bursting point. He broke into a wordless yell, and spun to face his mother and Tywin.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" He yelled, his face contorting ghoulishly with rage and pure fury. "SHUT UP!!!" The loud, angry screams echoed through the Red Keep, startling the birds roosting on the parapets, bursting through the windows, and echoing over King's Landing. The sound of rage and fury, and jealous anger. The sound of a boy king.