Joffrey/Sansa. I own nothing, just the plot. English isn't my first language, so excuse the grammatical errors, and lack of vocabulary.
Warning, there will be lemons in the following chapters. Minor and major.
Sansa Stark followed the Hound quietly into the hall. It had been a week since her father's decapitation, and the king and his mother had finally decided what to do with her.
Keep her prisoner in the castle.
From there they would decide whether to behead her or go on with the wedding.
Sansa clenched her fists, grey eyes blazing. Just the thought of marrying the person who mercilessly killed her father made her want to vomit. She could never spend the rest of her life with someone who killer so ruthlessly, who was a coward, someone who thought lowly of women, who thought lowly of everyone.
She blinked back tears, and ran ahead of the Hound. She could see her "room" at the end of the hall. She pushed the wooden door open, and threw herself onto the bed.
She grabbed a flat pillow and buried her face in it, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes. The Hound came in and looked around the room.
It wasn't such a bad room. In fact, Sansa was the only prisoner to have a bed and window, a room. The other prisoners were locked in dungeons, steel bars and a mound of hay for a bed.
Sansa's room was pretty decent, it looked like a peasant's home. She was lucky the king decided to keep her in here, not in a dungeon like the others. She was real lucky. 'This is the nicest thing the king would ever do for her.. This is as nice as he could get...'
There was a table and chair in the corner of the room, a single window and a bed. The Hound then looked at the girl, who was sobbing.
Poor thing.
He felt bad for her. She did not deserve to see her father's head impaled on a stick. It was bad enough the king killed the poor old man, after promising not to. Sansa should have not believed the king when he said he would spare her father, though. Joffrey never kept a promise.
The Hound shook his head. 'Well, the king is a vicious, cruel little bastard. And there's nothing anyone can do to change him or his ways as long as he's still king... What the king wants, he gets...'
And he had wanted Eddard dead, so that's what he got. He wanted to see Sansa suffer, because she didn't enjoy the pain and suffering and misery of other like he did. Joffrey thought the young woman was weak, boring and stupid because she wasn't a sadist like him. The Hound thought otherwise, he thought the girl was smart and tough, but of course he never voiced his thoughts.
'Things will only get worse from here...'
The girl needed to be strong in order to survive in this place. He looked at the shaking girl one more time and left, closing the door firmly behind him.
Sansa lay in the darkness, wondering what would happen to her next. Would she be executed? Would she be imprisoned here for life?
Or worse, would she still be wed to Joffrey?
She really hoped not, she'd much rather die than spend the rest of her pitiful life with the heartless, sadistic king.
She sniffed and wiped away the last of her tears. Gods, her eyes hurt. They were red, puffy and small with all the sobbing she's been doing in the past hours.
Well, she was out of tears. For now...
Crying wouldn't bring back her father, wouldn't stop the king's deadly pursuit of her brother and maybe her sister. She regretted everything she's done This was all her fault. If she hadn't accepted the former king Baratheon's proposal.
If only she had listened to her parents. She regretted everything. From accepting the proposal of the former king to doubting her sister about the present king.
She should have listened to her parents when they said the former prince was not as sweet and kind as he seemed to be and that she shouldn't accept the marriage proposal. But she didn't listen. She defied her parents and went ahead and stayed with the king. And now everything was terrible.
Just terrible for her and her loved ones. All she could do now was wait. Wait for the king and his evil mother to decide her fate.
And if they did decide to spare her life, she would play along with the king's wants, pretend she still loved him while also planning her escape, and then her revenge.
She sighed, closing here eyes and drifting away into the darkness once again.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Sansa groaned as she was violently shook by a pair of rough hands. Her eyes snapped open. She stared up into a pair of dark brown eyes. She immediately sat up and backed away from him in fear. The guard stood up straight and cleared his throat. "His majesty requests for your presence at the dining hall for breakfast."
Sansa frowned. 'It's not a request, it's an order...' She quickly replaced her frown with a smile. "Of course..."
"And quickly... I'll send for someone to make your bath.." He headed for the door. "Wait..."
The Hound turned around, an eyebrow raised. "What's your name again?" The Hound grinned, showing off decayed teeth. "Sandor Clegane..." He walked out. Sansa sighed and stood up. 'At least someone here is a bit nice to me...'
"Excuse me, Lady Stark..."
Sansa opened the door. An old lady smiled warmly at her and came in. "Your bath is ready, Lady Stark." The old lady guided her to the washroom.
A few moments later she was dressed for breakfast. A royal blue, floor length dress that exposed a little bit of her chest, shoes in a soft gray, and the necklace Joffrey had given her. The old lady admired her. "I am Anya, your personal servant." She said, smiling. Sansa stiffened. 'So he chose a servant with a name similar to my sister's...'
She clenched her teeth. 'The king's cruelty know no bounds...'
"Alright..." She said after a while.
"His majesty wants me to attend to you and your wants and needs from now on, milady." Sansa needed. So he's finally decided on letting me live...The old woman ushered her out into the hall. "We must be quick." You don't want to be late."
Sansa's heart began to race as she and Anya neared the dining room. The old lady glanced at her, a worried look on her face. "Is something the matter, milady?" Sansa shook her head. Anya put a gentle hand to the young woman's white face. "You're pale... And shaking..." She observed, frowning. Sansa shook her head, forcing a smile to her lips.
"I'm fine..."
The old lady sighed. SHe knew the girl was bluffing, but didn't pry. It was obvious the girl feared the king, and didn't want to join him for breakfast.
Who didn't fear the king?
She felt awful for the girl, betrothed to such a cruel young man, who she also heard treated her like dirt. She sighed again, shaking her head. "Then it's best you go in now, you don't want to keep his majesty waiting." She said softly. Anya pushed the wooden door open, and they both went inside.
Anya immediately curtsied, while Sansa stood, frozen, as she stared at the king. He sat at the end of the table, staring directly at her, a cruel smirk on his face.
'Don't be afraid, Sansa... Be Brave... Be strong...'
But after what he did to her father, and his threats to her family, she couldn't help but fear him, she couldn't defy him in any way. 'Maybe...'
Gods, she wished she had Arya's bravery and confidence right now. Joffrey continued to smirk at her, enjoying her torment.
Anya stood up straight. "Excuse me, your grace, I need to prepare Lady Sansa's bath for this afternoon..." Sansa silently begged her to stay, but the old woman shook her head. There was nothing she could do. The king wanted to be alone with his lady when they ate breakfast. And she had no choice but to follow his orders and leave the poor girl with him.
Joffrey nodded his consent.
Anya went out, quietly closing the door behind her. Sansa's heart began to race again. They were alone. No guards to accompany them, no servants present. Just the two of them. In a dimly lit room. He smirked at her.
"Sit down, my lady..." She took a seat farthest from his. "Closer..." He said harshly, a frown replacing his smirk. She took a seat closest to his. His dark smirk reappeared. "Eat, my lady..." He gestured to the several plates of food on the table.
Sansa stared, suddenly hungry. Her mouth began to water. She hasn't eaten since yesterday. There were plenty of dishes to choose from, but she wouldn't pick any of them. She cleared her throat and said stiffly "I'm not hungry, my lord. But thank you for the offer." He frowned.
"You will eat," He snarled, clenching a fist and slamming it down on the table. Sansa sat back in her chair in fear, waiting for him to strike. Instead he glared at her. "I won't have my future queen starving herself," He continued, eyes blazing in rage. "I won't have a queen that's frail and weak... Who looks like a bag of fucking bones... You should be grateful that I don't have you punished for your act of defiance against the king." He spat.
Sansa's heart skipped a beat. Her worst fears were confirmed. Instead of apologizing for defying him, she stuttered "W-what?"
Joffrey stood up. "I have decided to spare your pitiful life, and go on with our planned wedding."
Gods, she was going to marry him after all. How tragic...
Sansa felt her chest tighten and tears sprung to her eyes. She was hoping that he would have her executed, she was sure that he had wanted to have her executed. But no, she was to marry him. She was horrified. The thought of spending the rest of her life with him was appalling, horrifying. She would live in fear of him, forever.
There would be no love, no friendship, no peace in the relationship. She would live the rest of her life with the monster who killed her father, who would probably keep her prisoner in the castle. She would spend the rest of her life with someone who treated her like dirt, and would treat her life dirt forever. She would be with someone who would never, could never love her.
Joffrey stared at her amused and annoyed by her expression and sudden silence. Then he smirked darkly. "Something the matter, my lady?"
She shook her head, trying to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall. But they fell anyway. She wiped them away. "I thought you wanted to have me e-executed."
He laughed coldly. "Change of plans. Of course, mother didn't agree at first. Then she did. After all, you have been loyal, and I cannot risk marrying someone who isn't loyal and obedient. And we've disregarded the fact that you're father was a traitor." He smiled cruelly. "It isn't the daughter's fault that her father was a traitor."
"You'd make a faithful, loyal, obedient wife. Now... Eat... I'll see you in the afternoon, my lady..."
Sansa watched him leave the room with a heavy heart, tears in her eyes, her fragile body shaking.
Excuse me if I got some of the facts wrong about Game of Thrones... Haven't really finished all the episodes. I'm sorry about the grammar and lack of vocabulary, for is English isn't my first language. Sorry if Joffrey doesn't seem cruel enough, hard to keep the boy in character. For me, at least. And sorry if Sansa seems cowardly. She will be stronger in the next chapters. The story will live up to the summary. And lastly, thanks for reading.