"Open the door Sansa, you're king commands it'" Joffrey waited a few seconds and then ordered one of the guards to open it for him. A few moments later and the door crashed against the wall, swinging on its hinges to reveal a teenage boy with a look of smug superiority on his face. Sansa was only beginning to wake up, and yet here he was, ripping the covers away from her and pushing her up and out of her bed.
"Please Joffrey, I'm so tired. I don't want to go" she pleaded, rubbing her eyes with weary hands. He didn't care though, he simply ordered ser Meryn to drag her across the floor towards him. He did so, her thin shift grazing up along her thighs and nearly revealing her figure to her captors, which is something she didn't want to happen. Ser meryn dropped her at Joffreys feet and she shakily stood up, smoothing down her nightgown as best as she could.
"Look at me" She obliged, turning her head towards him and he saw the tears that had started to coat her eyelashes. He slapped her and smirked, he enjoyed the suffering of others. Then he lifted her chin and forced him to look at her, a gleeful expression on his face.
"You're not as pretty when you cry, smile and maybe I'll be kinder" she did as he asked, her rosy lips turning into a smile as she forced the tears away. She didn't want him to hurt her anymore. He clapped his hands, and grinned.
"Clever girl, you're not as stupid as you seem. Maybe our children will have my brains instead of yours" He was mocking her, but she let it slide, she didn't care what he said anymore, only what he did.
"Dog, see to t that she gets dressed to my satisfaction
