Hello everyone! So sorry for the unexpected hiatus- I needed some time to think about where this story was going. However, after a few sleepless nights and multiple cups of coffee, I've come up with some plausible ideas :) Please let me know what you think in the review section- I value those comments more than you know! Leave any ideas about the characters or plot that you like, and I will gladly try to incorporate them in my next chapter. Enjoy!

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"How do you make it glow like that?" Sansa breathed, watching in awe as a silky sea blue ribbon of water slithered up and down Joffrey's arm, pulsating a soft blue light that illuminated both their faces.

"I don't know. It's a thought, and then… it is." He struggled to explain the extents of his power, not quite knowing himself. The two had been on the beach for at least an hour, and at first Joffrey was convinced it was all some strange dream. There was no way he'd reveal his magic at will, let alone someone be interested in it in a positive way. It couldn't be true… Could it? At first he was reluctant about showing Sansa anything, fear and doubt weighing down his conscience. Almost every decision he made since he was a boy was based on whether or not he could conceal his oddity; he didn't know how to respond when someone actually wanted to be a part of it.

But Sansa Stark was honest and gentle, her doe-like eyes holding no contempt. And although it went against his better judgment, went against everything, really, he showed her. He dropped the heavy burden he'd been carrying for just a moment when the water came to caress him, and it was as if every pain or care had been washed away with the tide. The waves penetrated his very essence, from his skin right down to the center of his bones. He could feel it, he could feel each individual droplet, every single inch of liquid in every single dimension. It soothed and calmed him, it let him forget and be at peace. Just for a short time, though. Only for a bit.

He rose waves and made whirlpools, carved sculptures out of the tide and shaped crystals from the water. He levitated shapes of aqua straight from the sea, ranging in anything from a clear, shimmering castle, to a watery, glowing blue stallion.

Sansa could only gasp in awe at each movement and flicker, only cover her mouth with her hand in amazement at the beauty of such magic. She was speechless. No words could leave her mouth because all that captivated her was the way the ocean seemed to bow down to this boy her age, the way the waves obeyed every command Joffrey gave them. She was not at all knowledgeable when it came to magic- her father told them it was the figment of children's imaginations, and her mother told them it was heresy. But none of the things she'd ever heard being used to describe power were true when it came to Joffrey. It wasn't heresy, it was right. It wasn't scary, it was magnificent. The thought of anyone trying to destroy such beauty almost made her want to cry- how could anyone treat such a talent like a curse? How could anyone see anything other than light and grandeur in this?

"You should know, my lady, that if you stare any harder your eyes may well pop from your head." Joffrey interrupted her train of thought, sprinkling a little seawater on her cheeks.

Sansa laughed softly as she flicked away the drops, blushing slightly. "How can I not marvel at it? It's wonderful!"

Joffrey paused, looking to her as if she'd grown an extra limb. "It… It is?"

"Of course!" Sansa exclaimed, ruby lips in a smile, "It's the most spectacular thing I've ever seen in my life! I could sit here all day and watch you do this."

The young king was so awestruck and speechless, so at a loss for how to respond, that his focus shifted from holding the wave up above them and they soon found themselves drenched in knee-deep waves.

"Sansa!" Joffrey shot out of the water gasping, eyes frantic as he helped her out of the water. Her gown was plastered to her body and her red hair glistened in strands, beads of ocean falling from her eyelashes. She looked like an angel straight out of a dream. And he'd just ruined it by soaking them both.

"I'm so sorry, my lady, I-I knew this was a terrible idea, here let's go back and dry off-"

But Joffrey couldn't finish his sentence as Sansa pressed her lips to his, sealing them in a kiss.

Blankness.

Not a single thought entered Joffrey's head. All things, words and ideas, were silenced by that one kiss.

And gods, that single act said so much. It said, 'I forgive you.'. I forgive you for hurting me at the beginning and for everything you've ever done. It said, 'You don't have to do this on your own, I will help you.'. I will help you be kinder and balanced and patient. I will carry one of the many things life has put upon you so you can rest easier. You have someone to listen to you when you speak. It said, 'Don't be afraid.'. Don't be afraid of me turning you away, for we are past that point. Don't be afraid of what others will think, for life is much too short for that. Don't be afraid of the future, for although it hasn't happened yet, I will be there with you when it does. It said, 'I've finally found you.'. Though we've recently crossed paths, I know you're who I was looking for. Without knowing, I've been searching for you. Without realizing, I've been calling for you. We are meant to be a team. We are supposed to be here. The fates brought us to where we are for a reason.

It said, 'I think I love you.'. I think I love you, though I'm not quite sure what that is, I know I care about you. I know I am willing to wait for you if you are willing to wait for me.

When they parted it was slow and sweet, neither of them opening their eyes right at first. Sansa's eyelids fluttered open to see a magnificent sight, perhaps even more magnificent than the magic of the ocean. She saw Joffrey's smiling face. It was like he was a completely different person- he was smiling, honest and genuinely smiling. And she gazed intently at it, for she had never seen him smile truthfully before. His smile was a toothy grin, green-blue eyes bright and full of life. He had dimples, terribly sweet ones that made his cheeks look softer and his button nose stand out. He had freckles, something she didn't notice before. Four of them, in fact, in a little line across the bridge of his nose. His head was cocked slightly to the left, as if he was admiring a work of art and had to lean a little to see it in just the perfect light.

"Do you trust me, Sansa?" He whispered lowly into the night, eyes silently begging for an answer.

"Yes," she breathed, "do you trust me?"

"With my life." He murmured, and they kissed again. And again. And again, until they were both panting for breath and the sweet aroma of lust was beginning to seep into the air between them.


"I am not yet wed." Sansa said in a hushed tone as they ran back to the palace, hands clasping one another's in an unconsciously formed grip.

"Neither am I." Joffrey replied, helping her over a rocky slope as they approached the castle wall.

They climbed up swiftly and silently, minding the crumbling stones that had begun to erode with time. They touched the ground on the other side as quietly as they could, hopping on light feet past the sleeping guards and the snoring kitchen maids. Joffrey opened the wooden doors to the stairwell as carefully as he could, but it still emitted a loud creak. The two froze, looking around for any sign of somebody who heard. When the coast looked clear, they immediately dashed up the stairs and down the main hall, torches whizzing by in golden dots as they whisked one another along.

They slipped into Joffrey's chambers unnoticed, and collapsed on his bed in exhaustion as soon as the doors were closed.

Sansa turned her head to look at the king, eyes still smiling as she climbed further onto the bed, pulling him with her. Any part of her that was reluctant to trust him before was gone. Something happened back at the beach- while they were kissing amidst the waves, a line that once existed had dissolved and a barrier was moved. Perhaps it was the line that separated tradition from destiny- Sansa did not know.

Their lips crashed together again, hands feeling out each nook of the other's bodies. Joffrey broke away abruptly, looking the northern girl straight in the eyes. "Are you sure you want this, my lady?" he whispered almost nervously, afraid of the answer.

The fact that he valued her consent and her input so much touched the girl, and she nodded honestly. "Yes," she whispered, "I'm sure."

They both lost their virginity that night with the scent of the ocean caressing their every move. Neither of them had a clue as to what they would come morning, but they didn't care. The past was history, the future did not yet exist, and the present was far too lovely to let go of.