After meeting Joffery for the first time, Sansa knew he was the one for her. He was handsome, and looked so powerful, and...well, she didn't know much else about him, but she was sure he had some more good points she just didn't know about. He seemed to like her to. That was the only thing she had been worrying about. If he didn't like her, her entire future would collapse in front of her eyes. Okay that might be a bit dramatic, but she would defiantly have to re consider a lot of things if she didn't marry Joffery. Like her future living arrangements. Without Joffery taking her to the south, she would probably have to stay in the north and marry some minor lord. Not only did that sound like her worst nightmare, but it also sounded like a living hell. She couldn't spend the rest of her life in Winterfell, she just couldn't.

Another thing she had to worry about was the Queen. She knew from stories how picky she was about the people that were around her children. She didn't want any bad influences around the future king. Sansa hoped that the queen would like her. She saw no reason for her not to - after all she was well behaved, polite and very, very lady like.

When |talk to her I'll probably not mention that I'm learning to fight. Thought Sansa. Something told her the queen wouldn't approve of that.

The entire castle seemed so much busier now that the royal family had arrived. This was not only because the efficacy of the staff had improved, but also because there were so many more people milling around the corridors and occupying rooms. She could see a whole manor of people she have never seen before, bustling around with trunks and other positions of the king. As she passed the great dining hall she could see the guards that had come along drinking and laughing together at a table. They looked extremely happy to no longer be riding.

Sansa intended to go to her room and spend the afternoon catching up on sewing, and deciding what she was going to were to the banquet tonight, but fate seemed to have other plans.

"My Lady," said a cocky voice. She tore her eyes away from the great hall to met the crystal blue eyes of Prince Charming.

"Yes, your highness?" said Sansa, curtsying and batting her eyelashes at Joffery. His smirk got even bigger and he took a step closer to her.

"I was wondering if you would like to show me around the gardens?" he said offering her his arm. He already knew the answer.

"I would love you!" exclaimed Sansa, taking his arm. He looked her over as she did so, making her blush.

"Let us go then, fair lady."

Sansa led him through the corridors of the castle and into the elaborate gardens of the castle. Despite the constant chill of the air, flowers still grew quite well, and her mother loved to spend time tending to them.

"These flowers are beautiful." Commented Joffery as they stopped beneath an archway of red roses.

"Yes," agreed Sansa, reaching out and touching a silky soft petal. "My mother has done a fine job with the garden."

"That's not the only thing she's done a fine job with." Sansa gasped, heat quickly rising to her cheeks.

"Your highness! I do believe you're mistaken." She said with a nervous giggle. She had never had a man be this forward with her before.

"No, I'm not. For example, your hair is a more beautiful shade of red than these roses could ever be. And please, call me Joffery." He reached a hand up and stroked her cheek. His fingertips sent a chill down her spine, and her breath caught in her throat."You are as beautiful as the stories say."

"Joffery-" Sansa began, but he put a finger on her lips.

"Don't speak." He said simply. He then lowered his head, and softly placed his lips on hers. Sansa was surprised. Her first instinct was to pull away, put she stayed firmly in place. She let her eyes flutter shut and her arms become limp. His lips felt as soft as silk against hers. It sent chills down her spine and made her heart beat so fat she thought it would explode. He then started to move his lips against hers. At first she didn't know what to do, but she just mimicked his movements, moving her lips to the same rhythm as his. Doing this made her feel so alive, and made her feel like she was on a high that she could never come down from. Now she understood what all the fuss was about.

"Wow." said Joffery as he pulled away. He was smirking again, obviously happy with his achievement. Sansa just stood there, stunned and happy. She felt cold now, and desperately wanted to recapture his lips with hers, but she knew if she did that, she wouldn't want to stop.

"Your highness." Both Sansa and Joffery turned their heads in the direction of the speaker.

"Theon!" said Sansa with gasp. If she wasn't blushing already, blood would be rushing to her face.

"You're wanted in the castle." He said fatly to Joffery, avoiding looking at Sansa. Joffery nodded and turned to Sansa. "See you later." He said with his cocky grin. He turned and walked off, obviously extremely pleased with himself.

The look Theon gave her after Joffery had left said what no words could. His pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows sais it all. He had seen her kiss Joffery, and he was disappointed. There was something else she could she in his eyes to...could it be jealously? No. She was stupid even to think that. Theon could have any girl he wanted. Why would he be jealous of Joffery having her?

"I'll see you at dinner." He said bitterly, giving her one last look of disappointment, before turning around and marching off.

Sansa couldn't help but wonder if she had kissed the wrong man underneath the archway.