Sansa sat in the her honeymoon tent brushing her long auburn hair. Holding back the tears she relived last night's events. "With this kiss I pledge my love," Sansa said, her voice barely a whisper.
"With this kiss I pledge my love," Joffery's voice projected through out the massive courtyard. He leaned forward grabbing her face and pulled her to him. His kiss was with no love but lust and desire. She shuttered at the though of what was to come later that night. A collected few walked forward to wish them a happy marriage. Cersei kissed her coldly on both of her cheeks. Tywin Lannister embraced her without emotion, Tyron kissed her hand and wished them many children. Margaery embraced her with a smile and told her how lovely she looked.
The feast was magnificent, with oysters, mussels, swan, duck, chicken, caviar, and lobster. Oranges, apples, grapes, and grapefruits were piled onto plates. Lemon and chocolate cakes, cookies, and truffles were also served. There were 12 courses in all, served with sweet and spiced wine. Though out the wedding Joffery would make crude comments about her body and every time Sansa would empty her cup of wine. Every time it was filled by invisible servers. Joffery to her surprise was still sober the end of the wedding. Occasionally he would grab her face and kiss her, his hands silently moved all through out her body. Then a drunken man yelled out, "Let's get these lovebirds bedded." A rush of terror passed through her. A man grabbed her and held her in a baby-like fashion while tearing her clothes off. While walking up the stairs her hair had become undone and when she reached the room she was as naked as her name day.
Luckily the women were taking a long time to get Joffery to the room so Sansa had time to prepare herself for the pain that was too come. "I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry," Sansa repeated to herself over and over. She started to believe herself when she heard women laughter and the doors opened and the women pushed Joffery into the room. All self confidence disappeared in that second.
"Get up," Joffery said. She got up pushing her hair away from her body so he could see. He strolled over to her inspecting and stroking. "On the bed," he said pushing her back. He removed his clothing and crawled on top of her. He looked at her smirked and-
"Sansa. . . Sansa! SANSA!" Joffery roared. Her daydream was interrupted as she heard her husbands voice. She stood smoothing down her dress and walked out of the tent. He stood with the Hound and other men looking impatient, and when he saw her he walked over to her wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her to him and kissed her. His hand strayed to her backside but she pulled away, making a comment on how gallant he looked. She was quickly forgiven and Joffery smirked at her and said that he had a present for her. A feeling on dread passed through her knowing that the "present" was most likely a chopped off head or a wolf pup that he would slaughter in front of her.
She smiled pleasantly and with great enthusiasm said,"Oh, how wonderful!" She was then lead into the forest by Joffery accompanied by The Hound and a few other men. They walked in silence for a few minutes before coming to a large tree where there were three chained and gagged men.
Joffery smiled and said, "Well my lady, this is your present. A game!"
"Wh-What do you mean your grace?"
"I am going to tell you what these men have done and their history. Then you are going to chose the two men you want me to kill. I will make their deaths dark, painful, long, and disturbing. The third man you are going to let go. Do you understand the game?"
Sansa knew better to fight. "Yes, your grace."
Joffery smiled. "Good. Lets begin. Sir Rodrick, begin."
Sir Rodrick pointed to the man on the far left. The man had clean cut dirty red hair with beautiful crystal clear blue eyes. He had large muscles and Sansa was almost certain he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. "His name is John Blackwater. He is a raper and murderer. He rapes maids and murders them. He has killed over 20 maids, and raped over 15."
Joffery smiled "Sir Kay?"
Sir Kay pointed to the man in the middle. The man had dark hair with gray eyes. "His name is Drake Long, he is a supporter of your traitor brother."
Joffery stopped smiling "Sir Black?"
"Wait what else has he done?" Sansa blurted out.
Joffery sharply turned to her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what has he done besides support my brother?" Joffery took a step to her and slapped her. She had grown accustomed to his slaps so this one made no difference. But he still managed to knock her to her knees.
He grabbed a fistful of her beautiful hair and hissed in her ear, "Supporting your traitor brother is treason enough."
Sansa's voice shook,"Yes, Your Grace."
Joffery smirked,"Good." He looked at Sir Black, "Continue."
Ser Black pointed to the last man, "His name is Charles Smith he is a supporter of our King Joffery."
The man had blonde dirty hair with green eyes and a evil looking face. "He is a murderer and raper as well."
"Well, those are the players in our little game," Joffery smiled evilly.
Sansa understood the game now. "Pick the two men you will kill."
"Your Grace. . . Please."
"It will either be you or them."
". . . . . "I. . .I . . . I chose John Blackwater and. . . ." Joffery looked at her impatiently. "And. . . Charles Smith?
"Really?" Joffery said. "So you chose to kill John Blackwater and Charles Smith and you chose to let go Drake Long? The man who supports your traitor brother? Sir Kay, help change my lady's mind."
Sir Kay strolled forward to Sansa and raised his hand to slap her. Before Sansa knew what she was doing she had raised her own hand and slapped Sir Kay. . . Hard. He looked in shock, as did she. Joffery also looked surprised, but his surprise slowly turned to anger.
"You wish to fight us. Fine! I always like it when you fight back." He looked back at Sir Black and the large man sturged forward, grabbing Sansa by the front of her dress and hitting her furiously. These slaps, punches, and hits were nothing like Joffery's. Sansa could taste the blood on her lip after the first hit and knew she would have several bruises by the morning. By the sixth hit she was on the ground.
"Stop," Joffery commanded. Sir Black stopped in mid kick and walked away from Sansa. Joffery walked over to Sansa and roughly pulled her to her feet. "Have you changed your mind?" He asked her. His face an inch away from hers.
"Yes, your grace," Sansa's voice trembled. "Good, and as a reward, I won't make you watch." Joffery grabbed her hand and lead her away from the three men. Over his shoulder he said,"kill the traitor and Blackwater. Make it hurt. Also release Smith." as Joffery lead her away from the tree Sansa started to hear the men yell in pain and the sound of bones crunching.
Joffery lead her to the tent, kissed her and told her he would be back later. Sansa walked into the tent and collapsed on the a chair. She called for her maids and was helped into a bed. They cleaned her gently and she vented to them her anger about her husband. They then helped her into a beautiful red dress and did her hair. Joffery kept his promise and returned to her later that evening. The smell of wine was on his breath and he kissed her silently groping her through her dress. He roughly took his pleasure and fell asleep beside her. Sansa sat frozen in fear scared to make even the smallest sound, knowing if she woke her husband she would face his wrath. So, crying silently, Sansa fell asleep beside him.
Ok first of all Sansa is 18 and Joffery is 19 in this story. Second of all Margaery is married to some other high lord (not Renly or Joffery). Also Sansa and Joffery have been married (obviously) and are on a honeymoon. And last of all Robb and Catelyn Stark are still alive.
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