𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Arguments

{ Lyra } 

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"𝕸ikael," Lyra pleaded, rocking her crying son back and forth. "Hush now, please. It's alright. I'm here and Elia's here."

The wolf was whining as she weaved around Lyra and tried to check up on the baby. Lyra hushed him again, running her hand through the blond hair on Mikael's head as she walked up and down the length of her room.

"My Love?" Lyra looked up, seeing Joffrey walk into the main atrium of their chambers. His hair was a mess, having been fast asleep only moments earlier. "Is everything alright?"

"He won't stop crying. I've tried everything," Lyra murmured, as Joffrey padded over and took Mikael from her arms. The baby cried again, but Joffrey began to speak to the little boy softly, taking Mikael out onto the balcony to see the ships coming into port as Lyra slumped into a chair. She could hear her son's cries beginning to quieten, worsening her feelings of inadequacy. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"No, don't be," Joffrey came to a stop by her, allowing her to lean into his side. "Is everything alright?"

"The longer we don't hear anything from Dorne, the more worried I am," Lyra revealed. "This was my idea, my plan and if something goes wrong then it's on me."

"Nothing is going to go wrong," Joffrey leant down, pressing a kiss to her head as Mikael finally settled down in his arms. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"The same as yesterday," He hummed, before placing Mikael into her arms and wrapping both of them into a hug.

"Well, hopefully Tylar and Arah's wedding will lighten the mood,"

"Is that tonight?" Joffrey nodded at his wife's question, before stretching as the door opened and Drew walked in. "Drew."

"Your Grace, Your Grace," Drew bowed, before holding a letter out. "A scroll came."

"From where?"

"Dorne," Joffrey squeezed his wife's hand, before taking the scroll from Drew's hand and reading through it quickly, smiling and nodding.

"I told you. It would work out," He pressed a kiss to her forehead, showing her the letter. Lyra read through it, before sighing in relief, the tension leaving her shoulders as she placed the letter down. She opened one eye, grinning at Joffrey, who smiled.

"You were right," Joffrey chuckled again at Lyra's words, before helping her to her feet. 

"Drew, fetch Arah and Rolan. We need to make an announcement that Myrcella is dead and that the kingdoms are to go into mourning," Joffrey ordered a very confused Drew, who nodded and ran off to find the older pair. 

"What are we going to say to your mother?"

"Jaime will tell her," Joffrey said in response. He stalked into the bedroom, looking through his closet, as Lyra sat down on the bed with Mikael in her arms. 

"She's going to be annoyed."

"She can get over herself," Lyra hummed, placing Mikael down into his crib, before wrapping her arms around her husband and closing her eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Do you think that we could have the day off before the wedding and stay in the pavilion all day?"

"I don't have any meetings of importance, so I suppose that would work,"

"Didn't you have a Small Council meeting?"

"Small Council meetings are a waste of my time," Lyra laughed at the sentiment, before leaning on her husband's shoulder and pointing at one of his jackets. 

"That one today. It black and matches my dress,"

"As my queen commands," Joffrey pulled the jacket out, grabbing one of his shirts as he pulled it on over his head. Lyra smoothed out the jacket, helping Joffrey into it, before doing the clasps up for her husband, who watched her with soft eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," Lyra leant into him, wrapping her arms back around his waist as Joffrey pressed a kiss to her hair. "Come on, or Mikael is going to get annoyed about not being able to watch the ships."

Joffrey laughed, following his wife and son out of their shared room and down the familiar path to their usual pavilion. Despite the oncoming winter, the flowers were still blooming and the sun warmed the area as it had done in the summer time years before. Down in the port, there was little activity, with only the occasional ship sailing in and out of the harbour, sails fluttering in the breeze.

Mikael giggled happily as Lyra sat down in one of the chairs, her eyes already drifting closed and a blissful smile on her face.

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"Your Grace," Tylar hurried into the pavilion later in the afternoon, a worried look on his face.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your wedding?" Lyra asked, opening one eye lazily.

"Yes, I should, but I've just seen Cersei and she does not look happy so I abandoned my wedding preparations to come and warn you," Tylar nodded his head as Joffrey groaned. "She's on the warpath."

"Thanks, Tylar. Go back to your wedding preparation, we'll handle this," Lyra hurried him away, shifting Mikael closer to her as she turned to her husband. "What do we do? We can not avoid her forever."

"I had hoped that she'd stay with Jaime, but I see our luck doesn't extend that far," Joffrey woke Elia up, stroking the large wolf as he looked across the harbour. "Don't let her near Mikael."

"Of course not,"

"Myrcella is dead," Cersei's voice filled the space, and Lyra turned to look at the woman. Her eyes were bloodshot, tear streaks on the side of her face, and Lyra felt some form of sympathy for the woman though it was squashed as she remembered all of the horrible things that the woman had done.

Jaime appeared moments later, a worried look on his face.

"I know." Joffrey stood up, brushing off his jacket as he turned to face his parents. Elia curled around his waist, growling softly as Lyra joined her husband's side. She wasn't going to let him go through this alone.

"That's all you have to say?" Cersei hissed, stepping towards Joffrey. "Your sister was murdered by that bitch in Dorne and all you can say is 'I know'?"

"What do you want me to say?" Joffrey said, raising an eyebrow, a look of contempt flashing across his expression. 

"Your Grace-"

"Don't speak, Uncle," Joffrey turned to the man, anger in his eyes. "We'll have a talk about your unauthorized trip to Dorne later,"

Jaime closed his mouth, looking ashamed as Joffrey turned back to wait for his mother's statement.

"That you'll avenge your sister!" Cersei cried, throwing her arms in the air. Lyra placed a hand on Joffrey's arm, reminding him that she was by his side as Mikael started to wake up from the shouts. "You loved her more than anything, yet you are sitting here, mourning as if you have already made up your mind to not do anything about it. If I were killed, I would expect Jaime to do something about it."

"Yes, but your relationship with your brother is a little different to my relationship with Myrcella," Joffrey spat, his eyes cold and temper flared. "Do not come in here and presume that you have the authority to tell me what to do. You hold no power in this castle."

"How dare you?"

"How dare I what?" Joffrey crossed his arms, drawing himself to his full height. "Speak the truth? Are you afraid it might destroy our legacy?"

Cersei slapped him as hard as she could, the sound echoing through the pavilion. Lyra's jaw dropped at the silence that came soon after that, her eyes wide. 

"Joff," She murmured, placing her hand on his arm as she tried to get her husband to look at her. But he didn't. Instead, he wiped a trail of blood from his cheek, scoffing at the sight of it, before turning to look at his mother. Lyra couldn't see any trace of the man that she loved in his cold eyes, knowing that he was too angry to even be reasoned with.

"We are Lannisters and Lannisters are not afraid to fight back. Your sister was murdered and as Lannisters, we will go to war to avenge her," Cersei commanded. "That is what you will do."

"You are a fool if you think that I would ever listen to you,"

"Who would you rather listen to?" Cersei shot back, as Lyra backed away. She didn't know what to do and she didn't want things to get worse and potentially put herself into the cross fire. "Her? The daughter of a traitor who is probably work-"

She never finished her sentence, as Joffrey grabbed his mother and slammed her back against a wall, his eyes murderous as his hand went to the dagger on his waist.

"Speak of my wife that way again, I'll remove your tongue myself. Do I make myself clear?"

"Joffrey!" Lyra called, before reaching down and grabbing onto Elia before the wolf could lunge at Cersei.

"I would watch what you say," His voice got lower, glaring at the woman, "otherwise you are going to trade one cell for another."

"Joff, please!" Lyra called once more, her eyes wide. Joffrey reluctantly released the woman, who coughed and grabbed at her throat, before turning back to Lyra. The coldness in his eyes melted, and his face filled with regret, but Lyra smiled in relief and leant into his side. "I think it would be best if you left, before you cause even more trouble."

Jaime caught her eye, nodding as he helped Cersei out of the pavilion. 

"I'm sorry. I scared you,"

"No, Joff, no you didn't. I was worried, not scared," Lyra shifted Mikael in her arms again, soothing her son, before reaching up to brush her thumb across the cut. It seemed that one of Cersei's rings had reopened the scar on his cheek, which was slowly stopping bleeding. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine,"

"Joff, please, don't downplay this. That looked like it hurt,"

"I'm fine, My Love," Joffrey brushed her hand off, before drawing her and their son into his arms. "It's not the worse that she's done."

"That doesn't make me feel better," Lyra clung to his jacket, pressing a kiss to his jaw as he sighed. "We should get that cleaned up."

"It's not truly hurti-"

"Don't finish that sentence, Joffrey Baratheon. Let me take care of you, for once, please," 

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As the night drew closer, Lyra and Joffrey left Mikael in the care of Drew and Elia, before taking off for the woods where Arah and Tylar were set to be married. As there was no Weirwood trees in the South, the pair had decided to be married in the forest with the Northern vows.

Tylar came into view in front of them, looking slightly panicked causing Lyra to grin and laugh.

"Tylar,"

"Don't you dare laugh,"

"I'm not laughing," She grinned, before reaching up to pull Tylar into a hug. "I'm so excited for you."

"Why is this so nerve wracking?" He muttered, before letting go of her to shake hands with Joffrey.

"Weddings are nerve wracking things," Joffrey nodded, sending the man a half-smile. "But you love her, so this is a happy day, not one to be nervous on."

"Don't tell me that you weren't nervous on your wedding day,"

"I was nervous that my mother was going to try kill Lyra before she could marry me and about the assassination plan, but nothing else," Joffrey turned back to Lyra and pressed a kiss to her head. "But my wedding was one of the happiest days of my life."

"Well, Arah and I haven't arranged any assassination plots, and her mother doesn't want to kill me, so this is reassuring," Tylar shot them a nervous grin, before glaring as Lyra began to laugh again. "I will revoke your privileges of overseeing our marriage."

"You wouldn't dare. I'm the only one who knows the way of the Old Gods," Lyra patted Tylar's shoulders, walking towards the tree and leaving Joffrey behind to laugh at the pair.

Lanterns hung around the tree, lighting the path as Arah's friends chattered on her side. Tylar stood with Joffrey and Lyra, who were the only two who had known him from the North. Other than that, Tylar had no other family, his parents both dead and his brother murdered five years earlier.

The clearing went quiet, as Tylar and Lyra turned around to look at Arah and her father, who were approaching towards them. Tylar's jaw fell open, his eyes wide, as Lyra smiled at someone who she considered her closest friends.

"Who comes before the old gods this night?" Lyra asked, her voice echoing around the clearing. Arah's father faltered for a moment, not having expected to see the queen standing by a mere soldier.

"Arah Brask comes here to be wed. A woman grown and trueborn. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?" Tylar stepped forward, smiling at the sight of his betrothed.

"Tylar Cassel, a member of the Kings Guard. Who gives her?"

"Her father, Ralan Brask." Arah smiled at her father, before turning to look back at Tylar as Lyra spoke once more.

"Lady Arah, will you take this man?" Weddings in front of the Weirwood tree had been one of Lyra's favourite duties to attend when she was growing up. It had broken her heart when she realized that she would never be able to have her own wedding that way, as the king's religion took precedence over her own. But seeing her brother being married to one of her closest friends somewhat made up for that loss.

"I will take this man." Ralan let go of his daughters hand, as the couple made their way to kneel in front of the tree for a moment of silent prayer. Lyra retreated to Joffrey's side, kneeling by his side as she prayed to the Old Gods, wishing for a happy marriage for both Arah and Tylar.

A minute went by, before the entire congregation stood up once more clapping as Tylar pulled Arah into a kiss, smiling as the audience broke into applause. Lyra brought her fingers to her lips, whistling and clapping for the pair, as Tylar shot her a glare. Joffrey chuckled, pressing a kiss to Lyra's head as Tylar wandered over to accept their congratulations.

"Well done," Lyra grinned at the man, embracing him again and placing a light kiss to his cheek, just as she did with her other brothers. 

"Thank you for overseeing this and introducing us,"

"It was my pleasure," Lyra pulled away, a smile still on her face as Joffrey patted him on the back. "Congratulations once more."

"Well this will definitely be a story to tell," Tylar grinned. "It's not everyday a soldier has the king and queen at his wedding, let alone have one completing the ceremony."

Hiya, 

Lyra and Joff kind of popped off in this, though Joff and Cersei are so close to having a full blown punch up soon. Let me know whether or not Joffrey was in the wrong with how he and his mother argued.

Also, next chapter Lyra has got a showdown with some others, so that should be fun. Let me know what you think,

Love Li xx