𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | Little Lion

{ Joffrey } 

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𝕵offrey had never truly known fear until Arah's words had settled in his ears. His mind went blank, and he caught sight of Lyra's panicked face, before turning back to glare at his mother, his temper raging.

"What have you done?"

"Joffrey," Cersei held her hands out, having never seen her son truly enraged until this moment. "I have done no-"

"What have you done to my son?" Joffrey appeared in front of her, towering over the woman, his body trembling with anger.

"Nothing! I have done nothing to your son. He is my grandson as well and I have not harmed him," Cersei promised, her eyes wide as she backed away from him. "I swear to you, I have done nothing!"

"Joff!" He turned at Lyra's call of his name, seeing how fearful she looked. "Leave her. Mikael is more important." 

Cersei sent Lyra a thankful look, but Lyra's glare was just as cold as Joffrey's had been. Joffrey took off towards his chambers, Lyra behind him as he wondered just what could have happened to his little boy. They had been separated from him for less than an hour.

The door to their chambers was open, handmaids rushing in out. Joffrey caught sight of the Grand Maester in the nursery, giving orders in his frail voice and pulling vials from a bag. Drew was sitting on the floor of the main chambers, his arms wrapped around Elia, as the large wolf tried to drag herself to Mikael's side, but Joffrey ignored them in favour of trying to look at what was going on.

"Your Grace," Tylar grabbed onto him, pulling him back from the door. Joffrey struggled against the taller Northerner, but Tylar remained still. "Let them do their job, Your Grace."

"Let me see my son," Joffrey growled, but Tylar placed himself between the man and the door.

"Lyra needs you more now. Mikael is in the best hands possible. Stay with her," Tylar motioned over his shoulder, and Joffrey paused, looking behind him at Lyra, who was holding onto Elia, her face pale and tears dripping down her cheeks. "Please."

Joffrey pulled out of Tylar's grip, albeit reluctantly, running a hand through his hair and cursing, before sinking down beside Lyra. He eased her tight grip off of the wolf, pulling her into his arms as Elia whimpered and cried at their feet.

"He's going to be alright, My Love," Joffrey muttered, both of their heads hidden from prying eyes, as Joffrey tried not to think of the worst possible outcome. "He's strong, like us. Mikael will be alright."

Lyra nodded, trembling in his hold as the pair prayed to any and every god out there. Neither of them knew what they would do if Mikael did not make it.

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{ Lyra }

Lyra was exhausted. She didn't know how many hours it had been since the Small Council meeting, but the sky had grown dark. Yet still, the Grand Maester and his helpers were not letting them near their son.

Arah had tried to persuade the pair to eat, but they had refused, both so worried that they felt sick. Lyra ran her hands through her hair once more, separating the tangles methodically, as Joffrey paced behind her chair, both anxious for news. Tylar, Arah and Drew around the table, watching the door and waiting for something to happen.

"Your Grace," The Grand Maester walked into the room, causing Lyra and Joffrey to jump from their seats and rush over to him.

"Mikael? Is he alright? What happened?" Joffrey asked, not hearing any crying from the other room as Lyra's panic heightened. The Grand Maester sighed, and Lyra prepared for the worst, tears welling in her eyes at the thought that her little boy had died.

"Please, tell me he's not dead. Tell me that Mikael is not dead, I beg of you," Lyra pleaded, her legs trembling as Joffrey wrapped an arm around her. It had only been this morning that the little boy had been giggling and walking around their chambers, and Lyra wondered just how quickly this could change.

"He's not dead, Your Grace," Lyra's legs failed at his words, relief washing over her as she crumpled towards the floor. Joffrey grabbed onto her, pulling her upright and into his arms as she cried in relief. "He had a reaction to something in his crib. A toy, we believe. His breathing system was clogged. It was lucky that we reached him in time."

"Thank the gods," Lyra smiled, laughing and wiping her tears away. "Is he awake? Can I go in and see him?"

"Of course, Your Grace," It was the only time that Lyra found herself liking the Grand Maester, as she brushed past him and into the nursery with Elia hot on her heels. The handmaids were cleaning up, though they stepped back as Lyra rushed to her son's side.

He was pale, but he smiled when he saw her and Lyra picked him up and into her arms.

"My precious boy," Holding him close to her, Lyra pressed kiss after kiss to his forehead and cheeks. "My precious, precious boy. It's alright now, Mama's here. I've got you. I'm not going to leave your side again."

Elia whined, before standing up on her hind legs and resting her paws on Lyra's shoulder so that she could fuss over Mikael as well and press her nose to his cheeks.

"Elia's here as well. See, he's alright, Elia," The wolf huffed, before Joffrey stormed into the room.

"Out, do this later." The handmaidens scurried away and out of the room. Joffrey waited until they had all left, before wrapping his arms around Lyra's waist and leaning his head on her shoulder. She felt his breathing calm, the tension leaving his muscles as he pressed his hand to Mikael's head. "He's alive."

Mikael gurgled, flailing his arms around as Lyra lifted him upright so that he could see his father. Joffrey pressed a kiss to the boy's head, rubbing his back.

"I thought we'd lost him," Lyra nodded, her muscles shaking and Joffrey quickly scooped Mikael from her arms and into his. He closed his eyes as he tightened his grip on the boy. "I thought we lost our son."

"Whoever did this will pay, My Love. I will make them pay," Joffrey promised as Lyra picked the toy up, the one the Grand Maester feared caused all of this, using a cloth. "Careful."

"I'm not touching it," She promised, before calling for Elia. "Poison?"

The wolf's hackles rose, her fur standing on edge as she started to growl. 

"It's poison." She stated, before carefully looking at the toy. "This isn't one of our toys. See, it's a stuffed bear. The only stuffed toys we have are a lion and a wolf."

"Put it somewhere far from Mikael's sight and reach." Joffrey ordered, as Lyra placed it on a high shelf of one of the cabinets in their room, before hurrying back to her son's side.

"Someone tried to poison our boy." She muttered, washing her hands and brushing Mikael's blond hair away from his face as the boy smiled.

"I'll kill them," Joffrey hushed Mikael, turning to look at Lyra with sincere eyes.

"We'll kill them." Lyra promised, tightening her grip on her husband as he nodded.

"Can we come in?" The pair looked up, seeing Tylar and Arah in the doorway, with Drew behind. "Is he alright?"

"Now. He's alright now." Joffrey nodded, as Tylar placed a hand on Lyra's shoulder, asking if she was alright. The girl nodded.

"Someone tried to poison him," Lyra muttered. 

"Then we'll hunt them down and kill them." Tylar squeezed her shoulder as Arah sent her a sorrowful look.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace, I should have noticed sooner." Lyra shook her head.

"This isn't on you, Arah, don't worry." They stood together, all watching Mikael. "This is on whoever did this to him."

Hiya,

So, Mikael was poisoned but who by? There's a lot of people who don't like Joff and Lyra but take a guess at who you think might have tried to kill their son. It was a fun cliff-hanger though and I'm excited for what you guys think.

Let me know what you think and see you Monday,

Love Li xx