Theon left a few minutes after Robb did, to make sure that there was some distance between them. He gave Sansa a fleeting goodbye, and left quickly. Sansa knew exactly what that meant. It mean he was confused, just like she was, about the moment they shared. She didn't knew why he did it, but she told herself the only reason she kissed him back was because of the heat of the moment. There was no other reason. Sure, she might have harboured a crush on him at some far back point in her life, but as for now, she was in love with Joffrey. She had to be. He was handsome and charming after all...what was there not to love? But Theon...he was a man. He was handsome, in a manly way, and was kind, caring and gentle, all things she had yet to find in Joffrey. But she had only spent a day with him. She would have to give him the benefit to the doubt, which meant more than a day, something she didn't mind at all.

The morning after the kiss, the Starks ate breakfast with the royal family. Instead of her mother and father being at the heads of the table, the king and her father were. Their respective wives sat next to them, and then the children dotted in between. Despite the fact that royalty was present, Jon was at the table. He sat opposite Sansa, and to his right was Robb. Theon sat to his left. Joffrey was seated next to Sansa, directly in front of Theon.

She barely heard the idle conversation among the people at the table. Joffrey was engaged in conversation with his uncle, after all, and the boys were talking amongst themselves. Arya was sat on Sansa's other side, but she kept as far away from her sister as possible. Sansa didn't care. She didn't want to be near Arya either. Robb kept on glancing nervously between the two of them, as if he expected another fight to break out. Sansa couldn't help but mentally role her eyes at the idea. She may be reckless when she was angry, but she wasn't stupid.

Though she tried her best to focus on her breakfast, Sansa's eyes kept on finding their way back to Theon. He was sitting there, silent, not even talking to Jon and Robb. He was just staring at his plate and picking at his food. Sansa wanted his eyes to wonder up, to meet hers, even for just a second - but they never did. That was a good thing though, she told herself over and over. She shouldn't want him to notice her anyway. She should want Joffrey to notice her. That aim, she found was being accomplished. Now his conversation with his uncle was apparently over, and Jamie was talking to the Queen, Joffery had begun to stare at Sansa intently, his sly, cocky smirk on his lips. She found herself turning red under his gaze, meeting his eyes for a second and then quickly look away. A lady didn't stare for too long.

She wondered if he was going to talk to her at all, but he just continued to stare. Well, until Sansa felt a cold hand stroke her thigh underneath the table. She let out a startled gasp, and everyone turned to look at her, making her turn even redder. The hand quickly disappeared. She glanced next to her to see Joffrey giving he a look that clearly said: 'Don't tell.'

"Are you all right dear?" asked her mother, elongating her neck to look at her daughter.

"I'm fine." Mumbled Sansa. Everyone quickly returned to what they had been doing. Except for Theon. He was looking right at her, staring into her eyes for the first time since last night.

After breakfast, everyone scattered, going their separate ways. Theon almost ran out of the hall, making Sansa feel slightly hurt. Was he that desperate to get away from her? Jon, however, lingered behind.

"Sansa," he said grabbing her arm before she could get away.

"Yes?" she asked nervously. She was worried that he was going to have a go at her for her actions of the the previous night, but instead he said: "Sorry about missing training this morning." It took Sansa a moment or two to realise what he was talking about, until she remembered that she was due to train every morning.

"It's okay." She said with a small smile. "I forgot to."

Jon smiled back at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so. "I don't blame you after last night." Sansa let out an inward groan. She knew that last night would somehow come up. She tried to move away from her half-brother, but he pulled her back.

"Hey, Sansa! I'm not going to have a go at you. Robb's done enough of that already." She didn't find that joke funny. "I just wanted to make sure that you are alright." His eyes wondered to look at the cut running along her neck that Arya had given her the night before. It hurt him when any of his siblings were hurt.

"I'm fine, Jon." She said maybe a bit too harshly. She then pulled her arm out of his grip. "And I don't need pit, especially from you." The moment the words left her lips she regretted them. Sure, she had said much worse things to him in the past, but now was different. She should know better. Jon's face had turned stony. Sansa could tell she had hurt him, which made her feel even more horrible. With one last pained look at his sister, Jon walked away. It was what he always did whenever Sansa had insulted him in the past. The only difference now was, she was hurting him to defend herself. Not just for the sake of being mean. But that was still not a good enough reason for being so rude. At least, that's what Sansa thought. She watched him walk away, and willed her mouth to open and apologize, but it wouldn't. It stayed tightly shut until he was out of view. With no other reason to hang around, she decided to go find Joffrey. Sure, she had been surprised when his hand had crept up her leg, but she did not mind. After all, it wasn't inappropriate...was it? They were to be husband and wife one day; a small leg touch was nothing in the long run.

Sansa found Joffrey in the gardens. He was talking to his uncle Jamie, who had his sword out, showing the boy some tricks. The two men stopped talking as she approached. Sansa noticed the remarkable resemblance between them as she drew closer. They had the same eyes, the same hair colour, and even the same shaped nose. In fact, if Joffrey did not have the last name of Baratheon you would not know he was one. He had not a single trait from his father's side...in character or appearance. Robert was bold, brutal and fair, whereas Joffrey was cunning, charming and ruthless.

"M'lady." said Jamie, bowing when Sansa reached them. Sansa giggled and curtsied back.

"Hello my lord." He gave her dazzling smile, and then turned to his nephew.

"Joffrey, I will leave you with this lovely lady. I have business in the castle. Good day." He bowed his head to both of them and began walking towards the castle, putting his sword back in its sheath as he did so. The young pair watched until he was out of sight. Once he was, Sansa turned to Joffrey, an excited smile on her face.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Joffrey slapped her, hard around the face.