Hey guys,
sorry for the late update but I needed time to figure out exactly where I was going. I hope this bedding lives up to your expectations! I'm eager to hear your thoughts! Happy reading...

"Time for the bedding!"

Sansa didn't have to move her face upwards and look into his eyes to know it was Joffrey eagerly screaming the proposal he had surely been thinking of all evening.

The people clapped and laughed. Sansa couldn't help but panic, and turned her head towards her husband to see how he'd react. Jaime had been drinking wine, but had frozen in his action. His green eyes coldly stared at Joffrey without even raising his head from his cup.

"My dear uncle must be eager to see my beautiful aunt as naked as the day she was born!" Joffrey laughed, and the noblemen followed. The mood was set. "Honestly, who wouldn't be?"

Sansa couldn't move, she was grabbing the arms of her chair and her jaw was tight. She knew this part would come, but it was harder than she expected.

"I doubt even the holiest septon could resist the sight of our dear Sansa's breasts!"
Again, everyone laughed.

"In fact, I would offer a thousand gold coins to any man who could!"

Sansa looked at their faces. The giant woman she had heard Jaime call Brienne looked shocked. Margaery didn't flinch. Her brother Loras was uncomfortably shifting in his seat as his grandmother sniffed. Myrcella was blushing. Tywin seemed carefully watching Joffrey and Tyrion was eyeing his brother nervously. Tommen seemed half asleep. And Cersei looked both pleased and bitterly disgusted at the same time.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Come on, men, pick her up and carry her to her husband's bed! Only the lucky ones will get a peek or a feel along the way!"

Joffrey smiled cruelly at her and walked towards her. As everyone was enthusiastically cheering and getting out of their chairs, Joffrey looked straight at her and said "What a pity the First Night was abolished! I would've enjoyed the custom. Would you like me to restore it, Sansa? Don't you have tons of devotion to show me?".

Sansa stared coldly back at him.

"You wouldn't?" Joffrey asked, feigning shock.

"Your grace." Jaime grumbled.

The people had stopped cheering and were looking at the scene threatening to unfold.

Joffrey ignored the audience, looked annoyed and turned to his uncle. His father. "Forgive me, uncle. I hate to take your bride's attention from you. But don't worry, you'll have enough of it soon enough! You don't already want to selfishly keep her all to yourself, do you?"

"She's my wife." Jaime grumbled again. Sansa didn't know why he had said that. He couldn't surely care enough to actually already be possessive of her or want to protect her from Joffrey?

"And you'd keep her from your king?" Joffrey's tone was threatening.

Jaime stared right back at him, rising to the silent challenge and the tension was unbearable. Sansa could see Joffrey boiling and opening his mouth when she abruptly stood.

The moment was over. Everyone was looking at her. But she hadn't thought it through this far.

"I-" she started when someone cut her off.

"Do you promise not to scream too loudly, Sansa? Everyone knows how a wolf can howl." she heard Tyrion say loudly, and people started laughing.

Her cheeks were reddening, but as the lords and ladies turned to Tyrion to laugh she mouthed "Thank you." and he swiftly nodded back at her.

"Well, do as your king says! Pick them up!" screamed Joffrey, back in the mood.

Men quickly attended to Sansa and giggly women ran towards Jaime. Everyone was cheering and Sansa felt lost as she felt multiple hands pick her up from the floor and raised her in the air, carrying her to their bedchamber, slightly behind Jaime being dragged there by the women.

"Make old Ned proud, would ya?"

"I heard the Kingslayer has quite a sword down there!"

"Have you ever learned to yield a sword, girl?"

As the vile and humiliating suggestions reached her ears, Sansa felt her eyes getting wet and hands go up her skirt. She didn't know which men had joined. She didn't want to know.

"Maybe you should try to do it like wolfs! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Or like lions!"

"They do it similarly, don't they?"

"How would I know? Who the fuck has ever seen a lion?"

The men laughed and some cold hands were throwing off her shoes as others were untying her gown. She knew it was complicated and hoped it would take time. A hand slid up her leg and squeezed her upper thigh. Another hand was groping her buttocks over the skirt and yet another was messing up her hair.

"I'm sure you'll make him happier than whores ever could!"

"Even without any experience he'll stiffen up in seconds!"

"Sorry your mother's not around to assist you!"

Sansa couldn't bear to hear them talk about her family so disrespectfully.

"Why don't you dance a little for him?"

"I'm sure your wolf brother will be proud of his dear little sister!"

"Isn't it so unfair the bloody Kingslayer gets to fuck this rare pearl?"

"It's now or never, boys!"

More hands started touching her all over, and one man was so tall his hand reached her breast and squeezed. She let her tears flow free but didn't make a sound.

"If only my wife had breasts as soft and ripe as hers!"

"My wife's tits hang low like earrings!"

"I bet this one's cunt is as tight and warm as the Maiden's would be!"

"Hey, lady!" did one man say when he shook her a little. "You still alive up there?"

"I don't think the pretty Lannister likes them dead!"

Suddenly, her dress ripped and she let out a gasp. The men cheered. They let the beautiful gown, all torn and ruined, fall on the floor and continued their way to the bedchamber. All she could do now was pray it wasn't too far. She only had her transparent shift left and some thin smallclothes. When one man's hand creeped up her leg to pull her slips down, she begged them all to stop.

"Here we are! In the lion's den!"

Some men made disappointed sounds as they dutifully let her down. Sansa hit the cold floor with her bare feet and was glad there were still some clothes left on her body. If her dress hadn't been as complicated, she would've been completely naked.

She didn't want to turn around and face them for she had no desire to see the faces of the men who had groped her. But she felt a hand squeezing her butt cheek one last time and felt his drunken breath as Joffrey whispered in her ear "Now go spread your legs, little bird!".

They opened the doors, pushed her in, closed the door again and there she was, standing in Jaime Lannister's bedchamber like she had the day before. Only this time, they were married.

Jaime was standing next to the table and poured two goblets of wine. He was lucky enough to still have his breeches on. His chest was bare. She could see some hair and a couple of scars, but nothing too obvious. He seemed built and strong, even if he had thinned in captivity. If she had married him two years before, she might've liked the sight of him, disregarding his age.

He raised his head and looked at her. His eyes went over her body and she felt a sudden chill go down her spine and covered herself. She knew he could see the shape of her through her ivory shift.

"You cold?" he asked her.

She actually was, but she didn't say anything.

"Here." He said, raising his cup. "Drink."

A part of her wanted to drink the wine so badly, but another part felt the need to disobey. So Sansa just stood there, barely inside the room. Suddenly, she jumped up as she heard pounding on the door and men screaming suggestions through the door, laughing. She took a couple of steps forward to get away from the door and approached the table.

He looked at her studiously. "You've grown." he stated.

She doubted he was talking about her height. "The Starks are tall." she said while she raised her head proudly.

He sniffed and smiled a little. "Indeed, they are. Your wolfs grow fast as well."

"Did you see Grey Wind?" Sansa had let her curiosity get the best of herself and she silently cursed herself for it.

He nodded. "Big beast. I hear he chews heads off just as easily as he'd eat a rat."

"Wolves don't waste their time chasing rats."

For a moment, he looked shocked before he chuckled bitterly. "A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of sheep." he muttered barely above his breath before laughing again.

"What?" she asked, bothered and confused.

"You're not much different, are you?" he said, more to himself than anything.

"How did you escape?" she asked, with a more demanding tone.

He stopped drinking and put his goblet down. His tone changed to evasive. "We should do our duty." He turned away from her and walked towards the massive bed.

"I asked you a question."

He sighed. "Don't make it harder than it needs to be. Get on the bed, Sansa."

"No."

He was standing next to the bed and froze in his actions. He clearly hadn't expected her to resist this badly and wasn't looking forward to forcing himself on her. "Don't make me hurt you." he pleaded.

"No. I won't let you touch me." Sansa was determined, staring ahead at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

He sighed again and sat down, resting his face in his hands. He suddenly looked much older and extremely tired.

He doesn't understand, she suddenly realized.

"I may be older, Sansa, but you are no match to my strength. Don't make me." Jaime's tone was more of a warning nature than of a threatening one. He looked at her, with a face that almost begged. "We need to get this over with."

"We don't. I don't."

Again, he looked at her pensively. He looked like he was waging a war in his head. He was on both sides. Both were losing.

"I won't risk carrying a Lannister with my brother this close. I won't do it." Sansa's voice was clear and loud, yet shaky.

Jaime took a moment to process her confession and carefully thought his answer through. "Even if he were to win, what could possibly happen? He won't dishonor you for this marriage, Sansa. Your brother's an honorable man and loves you dearly."

"How could you possibly know?" Her voice was breaking and barely louder than a whisper. Don't cry now. It will make you weak.

"The only reason why this could be a danger to him would be if he died."

The thought of her brother dying seemed realistic, now more than ever. He was on the verge of either winning or losing. Living or dying. But Sansa had to cling on the last shred of hope she had left. Robb hasn't come this far without winning every battle he's ever fought. He'll take King's Landing. I am sure of it.

"I want an annulment."

"You won't get one if we win."

"If you win." she repeated. I'll throw myself off the balcony if I have to. I'll never give up the key to the North.

Again, he sighed and buried his face in his hands. She could see his resistance wasn't as strong as it was before. Convince him.

Sansa approached the bed and kneeled down in front of him. She took his hand and held it in hers. He raised his head and looked at her.

"Please don't make me disappoint them."

"I too have a family to please." he said, weakly.

"I have so much to lose." she whispered.

He looked away from her and she panicked. "I'll ask Robb for clemency. If he wins and you still live through the battle, I'll stand for your life. You'll be sent to live off your days at the Wall instead of dying a traitor."

He freed his hand from hers. "Your brother will kill me on the spot when he finds out we're married."

"No. I'll stop him."

"Robb's a king, not a boy."

"And I'm his sister."

Jaime and Sansa's eyes clashed. Surely he must know the power of a sister. He stood and walked back towards the table.

"If I agree to this, you have to promise me something." He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Anything."

"If we win, you'll perform your duty immediately."

Sansa gulped down a disgusting taste and she knew what he meant. She'd have to give up her maidenhead. Her voice was shaking when she agreed.

"However, if we lose, you let me die."

She didn't ask any questions. He just looked at her and she looked back. And they both knew they had reached an agreement.

As Sansa was lying still with her eyes closed pretending to sleep, she could make out a faint whisper from Jaime who was lying next to her.

"My last chance for honour."