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The clattering sound of metal spread across the field. Joffrey stood in his armor, watching the castle Highgarden in the distance. It was already afternoon and the exploding scorpion arrows had stopped bombarding long ago. All they were waiting for now was the signal.
All eyes were on Highgarden.
Joffrey held the far-eye and looked at the main gates facing his direction. It was a sunny, warm day.
Come on. Let's end this madness.
"Gates are opening!" Joffrey alerted everyone. "The carriage is out. Wait for the signal!"
A small army of one hundred Unsullied soldiers under the lead of Ser Arthur stood at the ready on their horses.
A while later, all of them noticed the shine of a distant mirror. It was the reinsman of the carriage using a mirror to give the signal.
"Go! Bring the two bastards here!" Joffrey roared.
With that, the ground shook. One hundred horses ran at galloping speed across the small hilly grassland. They went straight to the carriage and surrounded it. It was the carriage of none other than Lord Hightower.
Hightower soldiers surrendered easily. After that, Ser Arthur opened the carriage door and dragged out two men—one tall and strong, and the other a cripple. Their hands and legs were quickly tied before being loaded onto the horses.
Lord Hightower's coach was then let go and the Unsullied soldiers marched back to Joffrey's camp.
Though Joffrey kept looking at the distant coach through his far-eye. He smiled deviously at the little game they had played. Lord Hightower had completed his part of the deal.
What a crazy old man. Weakening his own lands just for some extra knowledge.
"Bring me my crossbow," Joffrey ordered as soon as he put down the far-eye. He waited for Ser Arthur to return.
A little while later, the small army returned. Ser Arthur threw down the tied prisoners onto the grassy grounds, pushing them down on their knees. The two brothers glared at Joffrey in hatred.
"You! You demo—Aaaaaargh!"
Click!
"Aaaaargh!"
Joffrey didn't even wait for them to speak and shot a crossbow right at Garlan's thigh. On both of them.
"Now you two look like brothers," he mocked, his gaze fixed on Willas. "You're supposed to be the clever one, aren't you? Did you know what that old hag Olenna was planning? A plot against the crown, to kill the king, how despicable. You have no right to whine at my feet now. This? This is the price of your own betrayal."
"Your Grace, House Tyrell is willing to bear the responsibility and atone fo—"
Click!
"Aaaaargh!" Willas cried this time as he received a crossbow shot to his thigh.
"Oh, you can still feel it?" Joffrey murmured in surprise and shot the other thigh too. "Atone? How? By giving me gold? Selling another cunt from your house? No, none of that is enough anymore. I've decided to take Highgarden from you."
"T-Take it… Spare us." Willa growled in pain.
Joffrey smiled and lowered the crossbow. He gestured with his hand and quickly Val came forward with a wooden block and a parchment on it. It was a document, a proof of the transfer of possession.
Willas was the Eldest Tyrell, after all. He was the Lord.
Willas read the paper and frowned. He expected there to be a Lannister seal, but instead, the seal bore the Stag. That meant Highgarden was going to the crown, not the Lannisters. He looked up at Joffrey with little regret and even less awe. How old was this man? Twenty? Yet, he had outshined all.
"I… I'll do it." Willas agreed. "But the seal is—"
"Don't worry, Lord Hightower was kind enough to hand it over." Joffrey saw through that excuse. "Ser Arthur, give him the seal. If he fails to make use of it by the time I count to five, I want you to take Garlan's head—One!"
"Two!"
Willas fumbled to rush. Despite the pain in his legs, he grabbed the Tyrell seal and slammed it on the parchment.
"Good." Joffrey held his arms behind him nonchalantly. "Ser Arthur, kill them."
"No! But you promised!" Willas roared.
"Stop this madness, bastard!" Garlan shouted, eyes red. "Unhand me and I'll—"
Joffrey frowned. "When? I said nothing this whole time, Willas Tyrell. I shot your leg, not your brain."
Woosh!
Thud!
Ser Arthur swung his blade on Garlan's head first. After that, it was Willas' turn, already whimpering in fear. Most men would have been the same. It was death, after all.
I hope none get a second chance like me.
"Burn them," he ordered and looked at the castle in the distance. "Signal the Lannister army to advance. We'll follow. I won't set foot inside until every rat and viper has been rooted out. I won't have a dagger at my back or poison in my cup."
With that, the siege came to an end. All thanks to Lord Hightower following the boys and betraying them. It was just another day in Westeros. Backstabbing was more common than a rat in King's Landing.
Joffrey sat down comfortably after that and watched the Crowsland and Stormland army, along with a few Golden Legion captains, enter Highgarden. There was no resistance anymore, but bloodshed was going to happen.
Not a single person with Tyrell name was to be let go. Cousins, distant relatives, everyone with even an ounce of Tyrell blood in that castle was to be killed. Along with the most loyal soldiers and servants.
Joffrey had no desire to push his luck, after all.
"Ah, this will take time." Joffrey sighed and looked at the sky. The sun was setting. "Perhaps, I shall enter the castle tomorrow."
With that, he looked to his right. Arya was standing there like a statue, silent and armed. On his other side was Val, who was grinning and winking at him.
She's more excited for tonight than me.
"Val, have the men prepare water for my bath. I'll retreat a little early tonight." Joffrey ordered and smiled at the Stark girl. "Isn't that right, Arya?"
Arya looked away.
It will be a joyous night.
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The sun finally set, and the men having gone to Highgarden castle had yet to return. But there was no ambush inside, that had been confirmed already.
So, Joffrey retreated to his sizable tent to start the night and savor the fruits of his psychological victory. It took him months, but finally, it was happening. He waited for the men to bring in his bathtub, and fill it with hot water.
Once he found himself alone with Arya, he abandoned all his clothes and sat down in the warm water. He wanted to take it slow and make her comfortable first. "What are you waiting for? Get in the tub."
Arya licked her dry lips and nervously looked at him. "I… I don't think that…"
"I'll see you bare soon enough. Eat that shame away and step in. I want you to rub my shoulders. They've been aching." Joffrey insisted, and relaxed further in the tub, spreading his legs wide.
Arya said nothing after that. Her hands moved slowly and removed the light armor first. Then, she lowered her tight breeches that were no different from a man's. Her slender, naked, toned legs came in clear view. But her tunic still hid everything above her thighs.
She then walked closer to the tub and looked into the water. The ripples made it hard to notice, but she could imagine his manhood already hard in there.
But this was the deal, and she was none to dishonor her word.
Embarrassed, she raised the hem of the tunic and lifted it off her head. Right away, her smallclothes came into view.
"Built like a warrior, yet charming like a maiden." Joffrey complemented the sight. Her breasts were a handful, and her belly was toned enough that he saw faint lines of abs. Without being too masculine, Arya was a sight to see. With her shorter frame compared to himself, he couldn't help but imagine how tight she was going to be that night.
"Take the rest off in the tub if it's so shameful."
Don't worry, I will help plenty.
The water stirred, and her toe entered the tub. Facing Joffrey, she settled on the opposite end of the tub. But it wasn't as big, so she had to sit between his spread legs, where his exposed cock was erect in salute. On top of that, the water barely reached her chest.
"Massage my shoulders," Joffrey ordered her. But he didn't move to allow her some space behind him. No, the idea was that she'd have to rise up on her knees in the tub and come closer to him—face to face.
I'd have appreciated some music in moments like this.
He watched as Arya shifted closer to him on her knees, between his legs. Her refined frame was strong but looked delicate in his eyes. Her oval face, the short, shoulder-length hair, and those gray eyes.
Joffrey reached for her waist as soon as she was within his reach. So slim, and warm, and soft, that he felt his palm melt. He captured her tightly and pulled her in close, finally letting her feel his hardness slide between her thighs and probe against that still-covered core.
"Why the shame?" He asked, looking at her drenched face thanks to the steam. "You're gorgeous, Arya."
Arya tried to hide her blush with a long exhale and looked away. It was no longer a one-sided action, after all. On top of that, Joffrey was the first man to actually compliment her looks. Finally, after being mocked as a horseface girl by Sansa for years, someone had a different opinion.
"Ah, that's good." Joffrey felt her hands land on his shoulders and start the slow massage. But he wasn't stopping either. As she massaged his shoulders, his hands went down from her waist to her fine, supple hips. He felt them and pulled her into himself even more until she was almost falling onto him.
Further down, more and more. Joffrey's hands took the liberty of feeling all of her ass. But he wanted more, so he tried to squeeze his palms through her small clothes. It was a loose piece of soft cloth tied around, hardly a challenge.
"Um…" Arya made a nervous sound. But she never stopped massaging his shoulder. Rather, to hide her face, she pressed herself closer against his chest, almost squeezing her mounds on him.
This is her first time. Joffrey licked his lips since she couldn't see him. It was always a pleasure claiming a maiden and being her first man. But he had already expected her maidenhead to be broken since she hadn't been very ladylike her whole life.
Finally, he pushed down all of her lower smallclothes, leaving her standing on her knees naked. The hot water openly splashed against her supple, soft ass. His palms groped them, spread them, and stretched them.
Dangerously so, as he probed the tiny star-shaped hole a few times. But that night, he was only interested in that nectar-dripping core. He went lower on her ass and spread his fingers between her thighs until he felt the drenched heat oozing.
The water was hot, but her body felt hotter. There was something different about it all. And now, it was getting hard to control.
"Turn around, it's time I give you a massage," Joffrey suggested and pushed her. Leaving her ass, he moved her by the shoulders and made her pivot in the water. Then, he pulled her back against his chest until his cock was fully underneath the crack of her ass, and she rested against him.
The naked warmth of their skin was electric to experience. Joffrey quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her neck right below her right ear. His hands rubbed across her front and reached for her breasts, feeling their tenderness.
"Ummmh…" Arya let out her first moan. Everything was new to her. His lips on her neck felt so ticklish and arousing at the same time.
Joffrey began to remove the cloth hiding her round breasts from him. "Let's not keep the treasures hidden now."
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