Joffrey Baratheon

And {{user}} would marry Joffrey Baratheon. The wedding feast was in full swing: laughter, music, and the clinking of golden goblets. King Joffrey Baratheon, arrogant and cruel as ever, mocked his guests and demanded more wine and revelry. Raising his glass to toast their marriage, he greedily drank the dark liquid that someone had laced with strangling poison.

Soon, his face turned pale, then purplish. Joffrey clutched his throat, unable to breathe or scream, his eyes wide with terror and agony. He fell from his throne, kicking on the floor, while the courtiers watched in horror, and some with secret relief. In a few minutes, the young king lay motionless, dead at his own banquet, a victim of his own wickedness and a silent, deadly trap.