روايات وقصص ضمن Who Killed Joffrey Baratheon In The Books

Amber POV I was shocked by how Enzo reacted to the news of his death. “Lord Stark is dead. What killed him?” “That shouldn’t be the question you should be asking because he was killed.” “By whom?” “Alpha Kane and Lord Stark got into a fight; he was injured and bled a lot. Even after what the Healer did, he died.” Brad divulged. Enzo was pissed before going into the washroom to have his bath. Brad and I were confused about what he was thinking and why he didn’t issue an order to have Alpha Kane subdued.

The Lyseni clapped Davos on the back, and swaggered from the inn as if he owned it. Ser Davos Seaworth lingered over his tankard for a good while, thinking. A year ago, he had been with Stannis in King's Landing when King Robert staged a tourney for Prince Joffrey's name day. He remembered the red priest Thoros of Myr, and the flaming sword he had wielded in the melee. The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace.

“The Prince of Darkness.” “What? Your uncle is the Prince of Darkness. How could your mother have killed him?” Joffrey asks, confused beyond words, as I knew this was going to be a hard one for him to believe, but he already was aware that my uncle had a brother, and that my mother had killed him. “My uncle’s twin brother.” That is all I said, and I could see Joffrey slowly piecing it all together without me having to say another word. Joffrey stands abruptly from his leaning position against the vanity, as he stares at me with the look of recognition in his eyes, before he says, “It all makes sense now, how he stole the crown from my family.”

She slowly approached me and continued talking, “ Cassie, she was always like this. Finding it hard to make these decisions. She could not simply take the right decision.” “Does this mean you were the one that leaked all our plans to the king's army and not Joffery? You're telling me Joffery had nothing to do with all?” I asked. “It wasn't necessarily her. And yes, Joffery did not betray you. Instead, it was... what was his name again, dear?” She asked Khae. “ Alpha Bolton.” Khae muttered. I clenched my fist, “That son of a whore, I should have lost to Mason! Why did I never listen to people who saw everything coming!” I lamented.

If he were to do that now, I wouldn’t mind becoming a martyr—I would still forgive him. My hopes were dashed as I realized Joffrey's true intentions. He callously threw the bags of gold coins at my face and said, “Take your dowry with you and be gone. I’m calling our engagement off because—I, Baron and Alpha Joffrey Hanes of Flarewing Pack, reject you, Leona Klaus of House Victorian.”

I urged Nova, hoping to recall new memories. She smiled nervously and continued, "You were the Alpha King Tyrion's best friend, and—" "How did I die?" I tossed a little curtly. I noticed that her hands started to tremble even more. "We were struck with dark magic, and then a witch used that fact to control you... That led you to your death."

I tugged at his arm; this was not the time to get aggressive. Arno stepped in. “We found Aldine when we scryed for Joffrey.” The look on his handsome face gave the impression the news was anything but good. “Then why are we still standing here? Tell us where she is, and we’ll leave now!” Hunter yelled, his aura washing over them. “Is she alive?” I asked, dreading the answer. He shook his head. Joffrey killed her, he had no more use for her. I knew it would end badly for her; I warned her.

The Lyseni clapped Davos on the back, and swaggered from the inn as if he owned it. Ser Davos Seaworth lingered over his tankard for a good while, thinking. A year ago, he had been with Stannis in King's Landing when King Robert staged a tourney for Prince Joffrey's name day. He remembered the red priest Thoros of Myr, and the flaming sword he had wielded in the melee. The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace.

Despite the odds stacked against them, their determination and unity remained unyielding. Lucius and Baratheon exchanged blows both seemingly and were inflicting injuries on each other. "You really are something", Baratheon exclaimed as the two were locked in sword clash but unlike the others I came prepared. Lucius suddenly felt a wave of lightheadednessand his vision became blurry. "It's a special poison, made for people like us", Baratheon said as he plunged his sword through Lucius' chest. Lucius felt the sword go through his chest and he groaned in agony.

My heart hammered against my ribcage when I caught sight of him lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. "Shh." Alistair hushed me. "Yelling doesn't bring the dead back." He rested his hands on his waist, having a satisfied look on his face. "I guess he deserved it." "Screw you, Alistair!" "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little painful to kill Julio." He shook his head. "I still don't understand something, Andrea." "You murdered my friend! How could you?"