The queen he had been so proud of was another man's spy.
The throne he depended on was built on a lie.
And he himself, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, had become a useless wretch who could not even control his own body, a slave who could be humiliated at any moment!
Humiliation, rage, resentment...
He wanted to die!
All he wanted now was to die!
Joffrey struggled up from the floor and staggered toward the wall, where an ornate decorative sword hung.
He would draw that sword!
He would slit his own throat!
He would rather die than become Lynn's dog!
His hand had already closed around the cold hilt.
All he needed to do was pull...
Yet at that very moment, his hand froze.
A power that did not belong to him surged in again, instantly seizing control of every part of his body.
"Want to die?"
Lynn's faintly amused voice rang directly inside his mind.
"Did I give you permission?"
Joffrey's body began to tremble violently.
He realized that he did not even have the right to seek death.
His hand released the hilt against his will.
His body turned around against his will.
His legs moved against his will as well, carrying him step by step toward the side door of his bedchamber.
"No... don't..."
Joffrey screamed frantically inside his mind.
He did not know what Lynn was going to make him do, but he knew it would be a torment far more terrible than death!
"Where? Where are you taking me?!"
"Be quiet."
Lynn's voice remained calm.
"I'm taking you to enjoy a little show."
"A show prepared especially for you."
"If I'm not mistaken, you killed the puppy my wife Myrcella kept at Casterly Rock."
*"A cruel, vicious little beast like you deserves