[I]“What happened?!”[/I]

This was the sixth time in the last several hours that he had been asked that and the voice of his mother was less worried but rather enraged that something had happened the moment he was out of her sight. Sure, she was right that ‘these sort of things’ did not happen in King’s Landing but he wasn’t [I]allowed[/I] to do much in King’s Landing outside of things pertaining inside the castle or it’s courtyard. It [I]didn’t matter[/I] that it happened in the first place! A very much thing Joffrey cemented when he told the Stark sister’s that he’d rather it not be mentioned—how it basically never happened in the first place. Joffrey’s eyes had a look about them as he stood there in complete discomfort before she began to ask a seventh time and he did something he thought he’d ever do—interrupt his mother.

“It doesn’t matter! It’s dealt with!” He spat in anger as he stared at his mother who he could feel it—almost did as Robert always did and struck him, but she prevented herself from doing so. With his arms crossed, Joffrey didn’t seemed to care at all of the consequences of any of his actions.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone?” She replied back, obviously upset by his outburst.

“…yes, you’re right. I’m sorry mother.” Joffrey apologized as his eyes drifted to the floor. 

He had never been this upset before or this [I]angry[/I] about something like this. He did feel bad despite the fact he adverted his eyes—but he did so less about guilt but more out of [I]shame[/I]. He never wished to hurt his mother in such a way and he did it all because she was [I]worried[/I] about his well-being. He moved his eyes back to his mothers and spoke once more before she had a chance to say another word.

“Can I go now?”

“Yes. But we will finish this discussion and you will tell me what happened or by the seven I will drag you to your father and have him deal with you.”

It was an empty threat, but Joffrey knew somehow she’d find out—but he couldn’t have that nor could his pride. As he walked out of the door he had a strange feeling crawl into him as his mother’s eyes remained on him until he left her sight. His mind returned to Arya’s outburst and her damned pet’s intervention, how was he supposed to teach a lesson when that was around the corner? He shook his head—in King’s Landing there would be naught such a worry. However when he returned to his mother later that evening he was brought in front of everyone as news came out about what had happened and he had to relive the damn thing over and over again, but worst of all his mother wanted to make an example of someone and it became a night neither he or Arya would forget.