"Wake up, milady Time to get dressed for breakfast." Sansa sat up, yawning and stretched her arms. She had a good night's rest since Joffrey had her moved to a new room, "a more suitable room for my lady." Anya smiled and helped Sansa out of her bed. "Your bath is ready, milady." The young woman smiled gratefully at her helper and rushed to the wash room to take her bath.

"Good morning, your grace."

Sansa curtsied low before the king, her heart beating fast, and her palms sweating. After a few moments, she stood up straight and went to take her place beside the him.

"Mother isn't joining us for breakfast. But she'd like to speak with you later..." Sansa nodded. He turned to look at her.

"Such a lovely dress you've picked for today, my lady." He smirked, eyes glinting with lust. Sansa blushed , looking down at her lap. "Thank you, your grace. You are too kind."

Fool, don't blush.. She sighed softly. No matter what the cruel young man did, he still managed to make her blush and believe his little compliments, he still managed to make her... like him a little.

Sansa lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was still waiting for the guards to summon her to the queen's chambers. What did the queen want from her anyway? What did she want to talk about? Did she really want to talk?

She sighed, closing her eyes. She had so much to deal with it, she was so tired. And scared. Joffrey still hasn't changed, even after he said they would go on with the wedding.

He was still the same, cruel, mean, sadistic, sarcastic, rude and vicious. All she wanted was to escape him, away from the vile, cruel people surrounding her.

Sansa's eyes opened to a soft knock to her door. "Sansa, dear." Sansa paled. Oh no... She's here... She stood up, smoothing down the folds of her dress. She took in a deep breath, and opened the door. Cersei stood before her, smiling, looking lovely in a floor-length, long-sleeved gray dress.

"May I come in?" She asked coolly. Sansa curtsied. "Of course, your majesty." Cersei sat on one of the seats near the window.

Sansa took a seat across from hers, feeling very afraid and nervous. "At ease, darling.." Cersei gave her a small, amused smile. "I'm only here to to discuss you and Joffrey's wedding plans. He doesn't want to be bothered with all the arrangements." Sansa nodded. Of course...

Sansa forced a smile. "Of course, your majesty..."

"Good. Well, you are to be wed once you are with child." Sansa stiffened. "And that will be very soon, I'm sure..." Sansa hid her disgust, fear and torment as the queen talked. As soon as she left, though, she threw herself onto her bed and sobbed as quietly as she could.

It seemed she was never going to escape Joffrey.

Knock-Knock-Knock

Who is it now? Sansa sat up and sighed. Her head hurt terribly. She was tired, her conversation with had worn her out, given her a headache. The queen expected so much from her, wanted so much from her. She wanted more than one grandchild, and for all of them to be blonde and blue-eyed.

She wanted Sansa to have a baby boy first, then a girl later. And her demands went on and on.

Sansa opened the door. "Oh, Lord Tyrion..."

"May I come in?" Sansa nodded. "Of course." Tyrion stepped inside of the room and took a seat. Sansa closed the door. "I've come to talk to you... About Joffrey... How to act around him... You know, that sort of thing." He cleared his throat. "He's currently attending a meeting, so we have plenty of time to talk."

"Of course..." She needed all the help and advice she could get if she was going to live with Joffrey, make him trust her so she could escape.

...

Joffrey expects so much from me... Sansa stared out the window, extremely depressed. But what did I expect...? He's a king, after all.. Kings expect a lot from their queens.. She was very grateful that Tyrion had gone to her room and explained to himself what Joffrey wanted and expected.

Now she knew what to do, how to please him, how to avoid his bad side. But there were a few things she couldn't do for the king. She couldn't pretend to enjoy death, or the pain of others. She could never bring herself to like torturing or killing innocent people.

"Lady Stark?"

Sansa glanced towards the door. Anya peeked from behind it. "May I come in, milady?" Sansa nodded. "I'm sorry to interrupt..." She said, closing the door quietly behind her. "But I came here... To apologize... And to tell you that's dinner will be ready soon..."

Sansa stared at her. "Apologize for what? You've done nothing wrong..."

Anya hung her head. "I wasn't able to help you earlier. Excuse me, milady, I do not mean to speak ill of your betrothed, but I know you're afaid of him because he isn't... He isn't the nicest person I know.." Sansa laughed. "Oh, no. It isn't your fault, Anya."

Anya looked up and smiled. "Thank you, milady. We need to get you ready for dinner..."

"You're late..."

Joffrey said coldly as soon as Sansa entered the room. Sansa curtsied. "I'm sorry, my lord. I was just trying..." She looked down. "I was just trying to make myself look presentable for my king..." She said quietly. Joffrey stared at her for a moment, then said "Very well. Sit."

Sansa took a seat next to him. She looked around. "Mother couldn't join us for dinner. She's busy... Arranging things for our wedding..." His cold blue eyes glinted. "A lady should never be late for any meal. I've been waiting here for you for a quiet some time. I don't like waiting. A king should never be kept waiting."

"A king doesn't eat without his lady, he has to eat with his lady by his side. Understand?" Sansa nodded timidly, coloring. "I'm sorry, my lord. It won't happen again."

He then examined her dress. It was a dark blue, came to her ankles, the sleeves came to her elbows and exposed a generous amount of cleavage. He smirked. "You do look presentable..." He said lowly, eyes darkened with lust. He leaned in, and Sansa's heart began to pound, her cheeks pinkening.

"AGGGGHHHH!"

Joffrey pulled back, an irritated look on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted, a nasty frown his replacing the smirk on his face. "Why are you screaming?" Sansa continued to scream, ignoring him. She stood up. Her stomach hurt terribly. She clutched it, where did this sudden pain come from? The [pain was unbearable.

She felt something warm running down her legs.

She lifted her dress slightly and watched in horror as blood trickled down her thighs.