Cersei tending to Joffrey’s “wound”.
Cersei Baratheon: Please, it’s nearly healed.
Joffrey Baratheon: It’s ugly.
Cersei Baratheon: A King should have scars, you fought off a direwolf. You’re a warrior like your father.
Joffrey Baratheon: I’m not like him. I didn’t fight off anything. It bit me and all I did was scream. And the two Stark girls saw it, both of them.
Cersei Baratheon: That’s not true. You killed the beast. You only spared the girl because of the love your father bears her father. When Aerys Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne, your father was a rebel and a traitor. Someday you’ll sit on the throne and the truth will be what you make it.
Joffrey Baratheon: Do I have to marry her?
Cersei Baratheon: Yes. She’s very beautiful and young. If you don’t like her, you only need to see her on formal occasions and when the time comes, to make little princes and princesses. And if you’d rather fuck painted whores, you’ll fuck painted whores. And if you’d rather lie with noble virgins, so be it. You are my darling boy and the world will be exactly as you want it to be. Do something nice for the Stark girl.
Joffrey Baratheon: I don’t want to.
Cersei Baratheon: No, but you will. The occasional kindness will spare you all sorts of trouble down the road.
Joffrey Baratheon: We allow the northerners too much power. They consider themselves our equals.
Cersei Baratheon: How would you handle them?
Joffrey Baratheon: I’d double their taxes and command them to supply 10,000 men to the royal army.
Cersei Baratheon: A royal army?
Joffrey Baratheon: Why should every lord command his own men? It’s primitive, no better than the hill tribes. We should have a standing army of men loyal to the Crown, trained by experienced soldiers… Instead of a mob of peasants who’ve never held pikes in their lives.
Cersei Baratheon: And if the northerners rebel?
Joffrey Baratheon: I’d crush them. Seize Winterfell and install someone loyal to the realm as Warden of the North. Uncle Kevan, maybe.
Cersei Baratheon: And these 10,000 northern troops, would they fight for you or their lord?
Joffrey Baratheon: For me. I’m their King.
Cersei Baratheon: But you’ve just invaded their homeland, asked them to kill their brothers.
Joffrey Baratheon: I’m not asking.
Cersei Baratheon: The North cannot be held… not by an outsider. It’s too big and too wild. When the winter comes, the Seven gods together couldn’t save you and your royal army. A good King knows when to save his strength… And when to destroy his enemies.
Joffrey Baratheon: So you agree… The Starks are enemies?
Cersei Baratheon: Everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.