Beguiled :: Prologue

"I'm sorry, but I am promised to another." Joffrey's voice rang through Sansa's mind, he had turned Margaery Tyrell down, but why? She was much more beautiful and suited to Joffrey - more than Sansa would ever be! "My Lady Sansa." Joffrey called her forwards from the crowd she was hiding in. Dozens of Lords and Ladies turned to stare at their future Queen as she made her way nervously forward to the center of the room.

"Yes, Your Grace, My King?" Sansa answered meekly, showering him with titles. Joffrey smirked as she ducked her head before him. He took her hand, planting a kiss on it, displaying her to the entire court of King's Landing.

"Do not fret, my sweet Sansa." He spoke softly to her shaking frame. "But I shall not, and will not abandon you." There was an edge of torment in his voice as he turned to face the crowd, smirking with glee. "My deepest apologies, Lady Tyrell."

Margaery smiled sweetly, with a heavy sigh, she walked forwards - a bold act, but she looked as if she did not care about the looks she was getting from the crowd. "I understand, my King." Margaery replied huskily. She glanced at Sansa. "I wish you both, a wonderful marriage, and an ever happier life together."

"Thank You, Lady Margaery." Sansa responded, barely a whisper.

Joffrey grinned wickedly, bowing his head at Margaery who returned to her place next to her brother. Cersei rose from her seat, sweeping beside Sansa. "You will not betray him, will you? Little Dove." She whispered quietly into Sansa's ear. Sansa gave her a modest look, and nodded, silently. Clasping her hands together, Cersei addressed the crowd. "If there are no other objections, I do believe that we are all done here.

The crowd broke into a small gathering of chatter among themselves, privately discussing the fate of their future Queen.

"May you live long and happy lives together." Littlefinger smirked from the crowd.

"Thank You, Lord Baelish." Joffrey called, reseating himself on The Iron Throne. Seizing her chance, Sansa returned to her place in the crowd, catching the cold glint in Joffrey's eye. "My betrothed and I, bid you all great thanks."

The crowd dismissed shortly afterwards, Sansa spent the last dwindling minutes of the court panicking, horrible images tearing through her mind. "I have to marry Joffrey." She thought to herself at least five times. "And now that he knows I've flowered, I'm doomed!"

"Lady Sansa!" Sansa turned to greet Littlefinger, who bowed. She quickly plastered a look of great happiness on her face. "You must be overjoyed - even a bit terrified, perhaps?"

"I-I really thought I was going to lose him!"

Littlefinger chuckled. "Well." He smiled, placing an arm on her shoulder as they made their way out of the courtroom. "Have no fear. You are indeed destined to be Joffrey's Queen, it seems."

Sansa gulped, nodding. "So it seems." Littlefinger then bided her a farewell, turning on his heel, walking off. His words rang true in her mind - there was an edge of sarcasm to them though, but it did not matter.

"I am destined to be his Queen." Sansa sobbed to herself internally. "Then there truly is no escape."

This is the introduction to my up and coming Game of Thrones Fan Fiction. It's short, but hey, it's an intro, setting the scene! Please let me know what you think, reviews are very much welcomed.

A forewarning, to anyone, there will explicit themes in the future chapters (both of violent and sexual content) this isn't a fluffy Fan Fiction! It's the real deal!

If I haven't scared you off yet, then I hope you enjoyed. If you spot any mistakes, then please point them out nicely. I'll be working on this mostly before moving to other things.

Stay Beautiful

~ Eth x