Chapter 130:

Chapter 130:

Author Note: (.U U.)

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Today was the day of the execution, and the people of King's Landing had gathered to witness the show, many of them wanted to see the Lannister's hang, others just wanted to see people dying, either way, thousands of citizens gathered to see the show.

Oberyn, had in the end decided to let Tywin die like the rest of his family, closing the chapter of his revenge once and for all, for him, it was more than enough to see them dying, with their name being eradicated, but that destiny didn't extend to the mountain, for Oberyn was eagerly waiting for the beast to wake up to have some fun together.

As for Daenerys, she was not happy with the situation of her city like I was, the smell was awful and that was just the tip of the iceberg of shit we had to deal with in the future.

But that was for another day, today today we had quite the itinerary, Cersei and Jaime had requested trial by combat, with Jaime being his own champion and that of his sister. Little did they know I was going to fight on the trial, normally the judge can't fight. which means I won't be judging but my wife will.

And, of course, I will be her champion, and win win situation if you ask me.

"You don't have to fight," Ned commented.

"Don't assume to tell your King what he can or can't do," Daenerys was not exactly on friendly terms with Lord Stark, but she would get there eventually I suppose.

"Don't worry," I kissed Daenerys on the lips, sweeping her confronting mode like it never was there to begin with, "I'm sure that Lord Stark worded that poorly, but without bad intentions," I winked at Lord Stark.

Ned sighed, "I mean you have been fighting so much, let someone else fight for you it's only fair,"

Daenerys looked at Ned for a second and then at me, "I think he onto something why dirty your blade with Lannister blood, let others prove their loyalty let others taint their blades with that scum,"

I chuckled, "I understand but I don't like chances, if anyone but me fights well, there is a chance they will survive all this ordeal and that's something I can't allow" Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

"But" Ned Stark was about to refute but I cut him off.

"I know you are loyal and I know you would fight for me, but can you with certainty tell methat you can win this?" I inquired.

"No, I can't," Ned Stark admitted.

"Exactly," I nodded.

"I suppose" Daenerys sighed.

"Wait hold on a minute Joffrey will fight," I asked, trying to make sure I heard what I heard.

"Yes," Daenerys nodded, confirming.

"Hahahahaha," I laughed, the idea of that idiot holding a weapon was stupid.

"Now you have to select your champions," Oberyn smiled, probably about to offer himself for the task.

"No need," I shook my head, "I will represent myself, I just need six people to yield as soon as we enter the arena, and then I will eliminate them one against seven, and all before lunch,"

"I don't think" Ned started but Daenerys cut him off.

"If you think you can do it, I believe in you," Daenerys smiled, kissing me.

"This will be fun," I chuckled.

"I forgot to mention, Cersei wanted to see you," Ned added, and I already knew what she was going to say.

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I walked to Cersei's cell, chuckling like a mad man along the way, "Even in a dungeon you are a pain in the ass,"

"I'm glad to hear that," Cersei smiled.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I inquired, knowing full well this dumb bitch was about to try and weaponize my pride.

"I'm sure by now you know I changed my family's trial from a trial by combat to a trial by the seven, right?" Cersei smirked.

"I do, proceed," I nodded.

"Well, I have a challenge for you you claim to be the best warrior in the known world how about you prove it?" Cersei smiled, and there it was her last plan resort.

"What do you have in mind oh dear crazy bitch," I chuckled.

"Fight my champions alone, prove that what you say it's true," This woman was so predictable it hurt.

"You do realize your son is among those seven champions right?" I smirked at her.

"Yes, I do," Cersei shifted uncomfortably, "But I know that you would leave him for last after all, he is no warrior what would you accomplish by killing him and dying by the rest?"

"Alright alright, I'll take the bait," I laughed, "I will fight alone. and leave your mistake for last it was my plan either way,"

Cersei smiled, "Good, then-"

"Not so fast I will leave your pretty mistake for last but that only means I will make him scream your name as he suffers so have that in mind you chose to have your son experience a slow and painful death instead of losing his head everything from now it's your fault," I smiled, leaving a slightly disturbed Cersei on her cell, probably pondering if her choice was the right one.