Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

As a king sent down by the heavens, Joffrey was naturally here to revitalize the Baratheon dynasty. "The notion of 'strong lineage' is utter nonsense!" His stern voice echoed throughout the Red Keep from the Iron Throne. But seeing the lords in the hall, silent and trembling, Joffrey softened his expression slightly. "Military strategy says, 'A victorious army is arrogant, and an arrogant army is defeated; a defeated army is mournful, and a mournful army is victorious.' I think it's because we've won too many battles these past years, too easily." "We've taken the Vale, subdued Highhold, quelled the Stormstorm, and destroyed Dorne." "Now, you've been terrified after being ambushed by three dragons across the Narrow Sea." Clang! Clang! Two Valyrian steel swords slammed into the floor, the crisp, resonant sound striking to the heart. "Remember this," "because as long as Joffrey breathes," "he is invincible!"