Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones... If I did the Lannsiters would DIE.

AN: For the purposes of the story the direwolf Lady is still alive.

How I Hate Him

I sat in my tower room with my faithful companion Lady staring out of the window. Things had changed drastically, including my opinion of a certain prince... Well I should say king now.

I used to think Joffrey would make a great king. How wrong I'd been. Joffrey was proving to be tyrannical and to be honest I started to miss the times when Robert Baratheon had been king. Not even Queen Cerci could keep him in check.

She'd tried to convince Joffrey to let my father take the Black and I had thought that the young king would listen to her. But no... Instead Joffrey had ordered my father's death. The execution was terrible. I could still see the blood that stained the Sept after my father had been...

I closed my eyes as a stray tear ran down my cheek. Gods be damned! I'm a Stark of Winterfell! I needed to be strong.

It was hard though. I couldn't help thinking about my mother and my brothers Rob, Bran and Rickon back home. There was also my younger sister Arya. I didn't even know where she was! I was starting to regret how I'd behaved towards her in the past. I give anything to see them all again. Even my half-brother Jon Snow.

I tried to quieten my thoughts before they could overwhelm me.

Instead my thoughts turned to Joffrey. In truth I was starting to doubt that he had truly been the former king's son. He bore the looks of both the queen and her brother Jamie. That thought was too disturbing to dwell on. I couldn't voice my opinions out loud anyway.

Joffrey had not been kind to me in the weeks following my father's execution. If I didn't behave the way he wanted me to he would send one of King's Guard to hurt to me. I was disliking him more and more as the days went by.

I was starting to mistrust Queen Cerci as well. I felt like a pawn being used in whatever game she was playing.

When I'd heard that Jamie Lannister had been captured my brother Rob and my mother, I felt a smug sort of pleasure. Of course it also increased my worry for them. Capturing the queen's brother had made her furious and Lannister vengeance was a terrible thing to behold.

Joffrey had been angry too, though I thought it was mostly disgust at his "Uncle" for allowing himself to be captured.

Gods how I wished none of this had ever happened! I wish my father had never taken his position as the Hand of the King. I wish we could have just stayed in Winterfell. But most of all I wished that I had not been so naive when it came to Joffrey.

Maybe if we had stayed in Winterfell I would have found someone new. Someone who would treat me right instead of keeping me shut away in a tower, keeping me away from my family.

At least I had been allowed to keep Lady with me. The direwolf was the symbol of House Stark. Lady helped to remind of who I was, helped keep me strong. I petted her head and scratched behind her eyes and she laid her head on my lap.

"Oh Lady," I sighed, "you probably miss your sister and brothers as I do mine."

Lady raised her head and gently licked my face. I smiled and shoved her head playfully. She yipped and nuzzled me affectionately, my one true friend.

My thoughts were interrupted when Joffrey's loyal dog, The Hound he was called, entered my room.

"The king is waiting for you," he informed me.

'How I hate him.'