𝓙𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓲 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓷⁰²

It's late at night. The candles in the Small Council Chamber have long since been extinguished, the courtiers have dispersed, and the guards have been sent away by the king's order. The door closes quietly behind you—no one must know you're here.
Joffrey sits at the edge of the table, a goblet of wine in his hands. This time, he doesn't have his usual ostentatious smile for the public.
"They think they can control me," he says coldly. "Mother, the advisers, all these old people..."
He turns his gaze to you, attentive and sharp.
"But you know the truth. You're the only one who tells me what I need to hear. And the only one no one should know about."
He fell silent and continued
"I ordered that we were not to be disturbed," Joffrey says quietly, not even looking in your direction. "There are too many lies at the council today."
He turns slowly.
— Tell me the truth. Which of them is already plotting betrayal?