Fury washed over Arya. "W-What do you mean there? Is this how low you'll fall just to bed me?"
"Don't worry, I won't touch you unless you lose the bet," Joffrey sneered, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're the only woman here, except for Val, and no one dares touch her. That leaves you. Or would you prefer to sleep outside? Amongst those men, all starving for a tight cunt?"
Arya gulped and looked behind at the entrance. Then she looked back at Joffrey, and finally at the bed. It was big enough, and it wasn't like she hadn't slept in the same bed as him before. "Give me your word."
How naive. Joffrey inwardly sighed. I won't fuck you, but there's plenty of other things I can do.
"Suit yourself. I give you my word that I won't fuck you unless you lose the bet," Joffrey shamelessly replied and started to take off his tunic. Just then, four Unsullied men entered carrying a large, round tub filled with hot steaming water. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take my bath."
In complete open, Joffrey ditched his pants and then his smallclothes before climbing into the tub and settling down in the hot water. It was just the best after the long horse ride from King's Landing. It had taken them days, but they had barely rested on their way.
"Shameless!" Arya snarled at him and turned around.
He chuckled at Arya's comment. "What? You've seen it before."
"Hmph! It's tiny." Arya tried to embarrass him.
Joffrey laughed harder this time. "Hah! That's because it's a grower. Did you forget choking on this same thing?"
Arya said nothing after that since everything was backfiring on her.
Joffrey plopped his head backward and closed his eyes. He still heard everything vividly, the rustling of clothes, the clanking of light armor. He could hear Arya settling into the bed.
He did his own things, scrubbing his skin, soaking in hot water, and clearing his mind. He wanted to end the siege as soon as possible so he could focus on the more exciting part. It was time the realm gave him a new name—The Conqueror.
After what seemed to be close to an hour, Joffrey finally got out of the water and wiped himself clean. Then he put on a fresh piece of tunic, and loose pants, and walked over to the bed. He saw Arya feigning sleep on her side's edge.
Just surrender to me, she-wolf. You're the only one left now.
Allowing the candles to continue to burn, Joffrey slid down on the bed and then pulled over the quilt. By design, it was a large, single quilt that covered the entire bed. That way, Joffrey found easy access to his guests.
It didn't matter if Arya was asleep or not. Just as he had done before in the Red Keep, he shifted in the bed and got behind Arya before sliding his arms on her slender waist and embracing her behind tightly against his warmth.
Her petite frame was quite charming and huggable. Holding her tight against his chest felt warm and nice.
"What are you doing? You vowed!" Arya's stern voice came quickly.
Joffrey hugged her even tighter at that, ensuring that her firm ass felt his throbbing hard cock inside his loose pants. But he didn't reach for her breasts. "What's the problem now? We've been through this before, haven't we? I promised not to do 'that,' and I'll keep my word."
"Still, I didn't give you..."
Joffrey didn't reply anymore and just closed his eyes, breathing softly against her nape. It was a boon that her hair was short, or else they'd have ruined this tranquil moment.
It was a calculated move. The first step was to make her accept the physical closeness, and slowly it'd turn into sexual intimacy. Or perhaps it had already turned into that since Joffrey's shaft refused to calm down.
Surprisingly, Arya relaxed after a while and fell asleep in that same position. The journey had been tiring, and it seemed Joffrey wasn't going to do anything else.
Of course, resentment was still there.
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The next morning didn't start with breakfast, but rather the cheer of the men as fiery arrows struck the shrub maze beyond the first wall of Highgarden. The flames were high, turning much of the second walls on the outside dark.
While the men cheered, Joffrey finally met with Tywin who had surrounded the castle from the Northern side. The old man came to Joffrey personally, adorned in the finest armor of House Lannister. Although his age to wield the heavy blade had long passed, he still joined the battlefields.
"Grandfather." Joffrey greeted the old man and invited him to his spacious tent. The drawn map of Highgarden was already spread on the table.
The old lion sized up the tent and soon enough found a sigil of a lion just beside the stag. Nodding in appreciation, he looked down at the map. "You seem to have a plan, Your Grace?"
Joffrey nodded. "I don't have time to sit here, Grandfather. Willas and Garlan are merely ants that we need to step on. I would like to end this siege as quickly as possible without losing our men. At midnight, we start bombarding the walls—every fifteen minutes, no rest for them. We won't let them sleep, eat, or sit. My men will start pouring acidic poison into the water of the Mander River canal that flows through the castle while also sending them missives declaring that the water is poisoned."
In an instant, the old lion grasped the situation. "You want them to hand over the Tyrells willingly? And the wells within the walls—have you considered them? Not all draw from the river."
Joffrey smirked at that. "My soldiers will periodically release a volley of fiery arrows right into the main castle. They'll be forced to use the water wells to douse the flames. What will they drink when the wells run out? If they use the poisoned river water, the acid will eat through their flesh. And if they throw it on the fire? It'll turn to poison in the air."
Cruel? Yes. Effective? Definitely.
Tywin kept a strong look on himself, hiding the pride that his grandson was bringing down one of the strongest houses in Westeros.
"You planned for this since…?"
Joffrey shrugged simply. "Alchemists of King's Landing are quite accomplished. "
Tywin nodded in the end, having nothing to add to that plan. "You'll damage the castle plenty."
"Mostly the walls. We can repair them. After all, Reach is rich," Joffrey replied.
Usually, Tywin would take an incredibly proud and solemn attitude when speaking with others. It was an unspoken way to have the most presence in the room.
But with Joffrey, he found himself on an equal footing. His heart told him not to spite this man of all.
"Indeed it is… rich."
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Boom!
Boom!
Every fifteen minutes the distant sound of an explosion rang. But it was faint enough that those at Joffrey's camp didn't feel bothered by it. So, as another night approached, Joffrey resumed the slow taming of the she-wolf.
Just like the previous night, he took a bath naked. Arya entered his tent in silence later and got into the bed, no words spoken. It was annoying that she never changed into the more thin and easy-to-remove nightgown.
But Joffrey had decided on the escalation already. This time he wore no clothes and slid into the bed. Like the previous night, he went ahead and embraced Arya from behind, hugging her tight waist. However, this time he made sure she felt his probing cock on her asscheeks. Soon enough, he also squeezed his length between her slender thighs.
Hah! He noticed her flinch, but no other reaction came. Like mother, like daughter.
This brought fond memories to Joffrey. His time in the cold North could be summarized with one word—bliss.
Yet again, Joffrey didn't push too far. Slowly, one wall at a time, he broke through Arya's confidence. On the second night too, he happily slept while holding her splendid figure.
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As the third day came, Joffrey had already poisoned the waters entering the castle. At the same time, he threw rotten, dead sheep in the stream, and decreased the flow of water by shoving stones at the canal's entrance.
If the poison didn't work, at least the castle dwellers would have diarrhea.
"Send out the fire arrows," Joffrey commanded while relaxedly sitting under a canopy, breaking his fast with some of his Kingsguards and Arya. "Keep the bombardment going. Alchemists are working overtime in King's Landing."
Boom!
The exploding scorpions were better than catapults since they were smaller and more precise. At the same time, the scorpions had fantastic piercing power. It made the thick arrows truly terrifying.
By now, the first wall had a few holes in it, the shrub maze was gone, and the second wall was being attacked. It was a sight to behold from such a distance.
Monopoly on this type of violence must only remain in my hands. But they'll mimic this and react back if I don't keep forging new ways.
"Keep sending the missives. Remind them that their water is poisoned. Remind them that they only have to hand over the Tyrells." Joffrey ordered his men every now and then. But he didn't have much to do since Ser Arthur was too competent in his job.
"Arya, do you know archery?" Joffrey asked randomly.
"Better than you, Your Grace."
Joffrey chuckled and stood up. "Let's go to the back and have a small archery contest. My money is on Val, however. She's from Beyond the Wall, and she's one ferocious woman."
Arya looked at the tall woman, the only female Kingsguard in known history. To a degree, she respected Val and admired her achievement. But at the same time, she knew Val was loyal to Joffrey. Why someone like that would surrender to him was beyond her.
"We'll see." Arya proudly followed since there was nothing else to do.
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