"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 it that she gets dressed to my satisfaction" Sansa gazed worriedly at him, and opened her mouth to protest, but he had already left. It was only her and the hound now, Sansa still terrified from last night.
"Please leave, I can dress myself" Sansa whispered, darting over to her chest of drawers and opening it. Sandro shook his head and sighed, he felt bad about last night, he didn't know what came over him. He walked towards her and she shrank back.
"Don't come any closer, I'll scream" She squeaked, her back against the wall now, it reminded her of last nights encounter, and how it had scared her.
"Be quiet little bird, will you stop you're chirping and let me help you" He didn't wait for an answer, instead storming over and yanking the shift over her head. She shrieked silently and covered her chest with her hands, not wanting him to see her so exposed. He didn't turn his head, instead he gazed at her body, his eyes lingering on the cuts and seals that littered her back. Joffrey, that little cunt! He thought angrily and turned her around to place a clean shift on top of her. He slipped it over her head, and sbreathed in her lemon cake scent. She ate so much of the damn things she even smelt like them, he grinned while thinking about this and she gazed in wonder at him.
"What, is there something wrong?" She asked him curiously, her arms at her side now. He shook his head and sucked in a deep breath when she lifted her hand to his face, grazing the burned side gently. He bent his head down so she could get a better look, and gazed into his grey eyes, the eyes of a killer that showed no emotion. Yet to her they spoke of tenderness. He reached down, swallowed, and kissed her again.