When he heard Cersei’s scream, he knew that it was over.
I should leave. Now. Instead he waddled toward her.
His sister sat in a puddle of wine, cradling her son’s body. Her gown was tom and stained, her face white as chalk.
"The boy is gone, Cersei," Lord Tywin said. He put his gloved hand on his daughter’s shoulder… "Unhand him now. Let him go."
She did not hear. It took two Kingsguard to pry loose her fingers, so the body of King Joffrey Baratheon could slide limp and lifeless to the floor.