Sansa I
Sansa sat on her bed, lips quivering excitedly, 'I can stay in King's Landing!' she thought to herself smiling and barely suppressing a giggle.
She knew that her father had stayed so she could marry Joffrey and she loved him and forgave him and- There was a knock at the door…
She went over and, in her daze, opened without bothering to ask who it was.
Luckily it was her father, Lord Eddard, "May I enter…?" He said, half sarcastically and half… Sadly?
"Father…?" Sansa said, as a courtesy, as he entered…
He sat next to her on her bed and began speaking. "Sansa…"
"Yes?"
"I am off to speak with… King Joffrey and I thought it best that you come too."
"Yes of course I- King Joffrey?"
"Yes…" Lord Eddard's lip trembled and he coughed a little. "King Robert is dead…"
He said with a quiver in his voice and a sad expression. Sansa attempted to console him. "Im so sorry father, I never-"
"Hush now, child…" Her father interrupted. "Im fine it's just… The pain." He lied, pointing to his leg.
He walked out of the room, Sansa trailing behind him, she was wearing a light blue dress that she usually wore under a blouse but there was no time to dress so she followed without complaint.
They got to the throne room to see Joffrey sitting on the Iron Throne, his mother standing beside him, the Kingsguard, headed by Ser Barristan stood in a vee at the foot of the throne. Lannister Men-at-Arms lined the walls of the throne room, swords at the ready.
As they entered Joffrey piped up immediately, interrupting the herald who attempted to announce his titles, he began, "I would like my loyal councillors to make all immediate preparations for my coronation, I would like to be crowned within the fortnight…"
Sansa stayed back as her father, Lord Baelish, Lord Varys and the Redwyne Boy, Florian? walked towards the throne, they stopped about a meter away from Ser Barristan and fell onto one knee. "Yes, of course, your grace…" Exclaimed Lord Eddard. To him, the words were like poison, but to Sansa, they were bliss.
She could no longer contain herself and ran up to the throne, the Kingsguard were alarmed as she sprinted towards their king but they stood at ease as she hugged Joffrey.
For a moment Joffrey recoiled, possibly in shock but, as he realized what was happening, he returned the embrace. Then in a show of chivalric nobility, no doubt to look honorable to the lords and ladies below, he removed his cloak and wrapped it around Sansa, sitting her down on the throne as he stood.
Ned, Varys and Baelish stood, turned and walked back through the throne room as the Redwne Lad went forth to escort Sansa back to her chambers.
That evening Sansa lay in bed, going over the day's events in her head. She knew it now, more than ever Joffrey did love her, and she loved him back. She would always love him, no matter what, and he would always love her.
That single word was what sent her to sleep, forever repeating in her head. Always… Always… Always...