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A sly grin crossed over Joffery Baratheon's face. This is the moment I've been waiting my entire life for. My father is dead! I am the King! "Call a meeting of the small council. Its time they bend the knee." Joffery's servant bowed his head, and ran out of the room to gather the members of the council.
Some time passed, and the council gathered. King Joffery stared at the men sitting at the table. His mother sat across from him, drinking wine. "Is this everyone? Where is my father's errand boy, the Stark?" Jeffery quipped.
"It appears your grace that he has more important things to do that swear loyalty to his new King," Cersei replied, in between sips of wine.
"Your grace, I am deeply saddened by the loss of your father,and I wish you many long years on the IRON throne... but there is something more pressing we must discuss. One of my establishment's workers has a regular customer...and he confessed to her something grave... that he has conspired against you." Lord Baelish told the king.
"And who might this traitor be?" Joffery pressed.
"Why your grace," Littlefinger said with a sly grin, "its none other that Grand Maester Pycelle."
'What? This is preposterous. I have been nothing but loyal to you!" Pycelle bumbled back, in shock at the accusations.
"I never did trust that man. He is bumbling fool, and you must not allow such a traitor in your council my son." Cersei said.
"Lord Varys, what do your spies says? Surly they must know if Pycelle is guilty of these things." Jamie Lannister said.
"My Lord, your Grace. My birds have not told me a thing about Pycelle. It is quite curious. Curious indeed." Lord Varys crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. It was very unusual that the spy master for the Seven Kingdoms had no information. Joffery nodded, then motioned to Sandor Clegane. "Dog. Bring me his head."
The Hound drew his sword. Pycelle pushed back his chair and started to back pedal towards the door. Two members of the gold cloaks grabbed him and forced him down to his knees. 'Please your grace, I have been nothing but loyal to the crown, I swear. Mercy, I beg you, Mercy your grace."
"Mercy? Cutting off your head is Mercy." Joffery laughed. The King motioned to the Hound to proceed. With one swing from his sword, the Hound cut off Grand Maester Pycelle's head. "Now, where is my love? Hound, go find Lady Sansa. Perhaps she knows where her father is." Joffery waved his hand and his first small council meeting was over.
Colonel Medved (3) Rhizoctonia, KevinH, Rafay
Colonel Medved, Grand Maester Pycelle(Doctor), was executed for treason
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