Entering King's landing was grander than the eye could see. The city was alive and busy with music and chatter as Ara of the house of Vadyl and her family entered the grand throne room. The golden room had tall pillars that stretched to the high ceiling like stone giants. While the marbled floors shimmered and shined, there was so much wealth within' these walls that could feed a family for weeks. There wasn't beyond a shadow of a doubt that compared to her own castle back at home; it was nothing compared to this spectacle. Ara's family walked through the castle hallway and as she did her shy eyes met with that of a handsome face.
That must be king Joffrey…she thought. He stood atop a stone stage with spikes and iron swords melted down to form his chair. Its threatening appearance matched the persona of its sitter.
Everyone, even her own family, has heard of countless stories of his wrong doings. They've all heard that he was a cruel and merciless king. They've heard about how he beheaded Eddard Stark in public. And many others… the king stood besides his lady wife to be, Magarey. And across the room was his brother Tommen, his mother Lady Cersei and the other members of the Lannister family.
Many rumors were said that Joffrey and his siblings were the product of incest. But Ara didn't believe it to be true. "The Vadyl family…" Joffrey said with spite, "it is a pleasure to welcome you to my home." Ara's father was the first to introduce himself before the king as he bowed deeply before him.
"Your grace, it is an honor to be here with my family."
"Greygor Vadyl…" Joffrey's lady wife greeted him warmly.
"My queen."
"Off with it then, introduce your family." Joffrey barked.
"My wife, Henna, my son Dante and my daughter…Ara." Ara's father's eyes glowed with pride when he introduced his daughter to the king. She was his father's pride and joy, and anyone could see why for her beauty said it all. Ara wore a golden snake charm cuff around her arm to represent her house. She graced the king with a small curtsey, but refused to meet his eyes. Ara could feel the king's eyes on her ever since her father introduced her to him and when she dared to look up, she wished that she hadn't. Joffrey's eyes stare was unwavering as he gazed at her with an unreadable expression. The once harsh eyes that she saw softened just for a moment before they returned to being cold again. Ara felt as though the king were staring right through her, and it unlevered her. She felt exposed under his gaze.
"My king." She said, avoiding his gaze on her.
Dante was next to introducing himself; his dark curly hair fell over his eyes as he bowed deeply before straightening up and standing next to his father. Dante dreams of becoming a knight, he has been taking lessons since he was a child, and was happy to be coming to King's Landing if it meant he could fulfill his dream.
"My king, my son wishes to be a knight and to train with perhaps your finest swordsmen." My father mentioned, and before he could continue, Joffrey waved him off as though he were uninterested in what he had to say. His body slouched lazily on the throne as his fist was placed carefully under his prominent chin. To the corner of Ara's eye, she could see Dante's hand clench tight in annoyance as the king boldly disrespected his father.
Ara gulped as subtly as she can manage as her father finished introducing the members of my family to the king. And once he did, they were escorted out and introduced to their bedchambers, and handmaidens but the king stopped Ara.
"Lady Ara!" Joffrey cried.
Ara looked to her father for reassurance and he nodded, encouraging her to go him. After all, he was their king, and his word was law. The king stared at her and waited until everyone was out of the room. Everyone, expect his lady wife.
"Did I say you could stay!?" He spat at her in annoyance.
Margery's eyes sharped and looked at Ara with jealousy before turning around and following lady Cersei. The king's eyes scanned all over Ara's body as he began to walk around her.
"Lady Ara…" He said her name slowly, and Ara didn't even need to look at him to know that he had smug smile on his face.
"Yes, your grace…." Ara croaked.
"Do you fear me?"
Her eyes flew up to him in fear…of course she was afraid of him. He could see it, so why did he ask that? "Your grace," she began carefully, trying to ease the nerves. "I fear you, as any loyal subject in King's Landing would, I am unworthy of your presence." She whispered.
"Well said!" He smirked.
"Follow me, I will personally escort you to your bedchamber." And as she followed him, Ara couldn't help but notice that her bedchamber wasn't anywhere near her family as she expected it would be, and it was beginning to frighten her. The pair walked up a spiraling staircase until they reached a door.
"This is where you will be staying." He said to her, "it is near my bedchamber." He smiled wickedly at her, and when she was going to ask him why she wasn't staying near her family…the king did something shocking.
A gasp flew past Ara's lips as he slammed her body against the brick wall, he took both of her arms and placed them above her head while he held her wrists with one hand. Ara's heart was beating fast as his leg separated her own legs. And she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to deal with these kinds of situations.
"You're are a pretty little thing aren't you?" Joffrey breathed hotly against her neck.
"Your grace…" She breathed, "Magarey…"
"What about her!?" He cried while slamming his other free hand against the wall behind her. Ara's breath quickened as she stuttered on her words. "Y-you a-are to be married to h-her…" Joffrey chuckled deeply into his throat as he tsked while trailing a single finger down the side of her face, down to the side of her breast.
His face was just a mere few inches from her own.
"Lady Ara." He breathed, making Ara gulp.
"You will do whatever your king commands you will you not?" He whispered harshly while grabbing the side of her breast. Ara gasped hoarsely as hot tears burned her eyes but she couldn't bring them to let them fall. She couldn't give him that satisfaction.
"You're my king." She answered. A slow smile curled on Joffrey's face. "I am."
"And as your king, you will do as I say, would you not?" Ara quickly nodded as a few tears escaped her eyes unwillingly.
"After I marry my lady wife to be, you will become my mistress. I will bed you, and you will be my special lady."
"For tonight's dinner, wear something revealing." He rasped out.
With that being said, he let her go roughly, but not before stealing another glance down at her bust. A slithery smirk curled onto his face as he left her, and when Ara was certain that he was gone she slid down against the door frame her legs bent to her chest as she let her tears fall.
She wasn't tearful because she feared him, she was tearful because she felt ashamed of how much she liked his touch. And she didn't even know why.
