Summary: Mini-Fill. Cersei's plans take a turn for the worse as Joffrey prematurely learns of them. CerseiJaimeSansa, Joffrey.
Prompt: AU: Joffrey's brutality becomes more and more obvious as his wedding day to Sansa grows nearer. Cersei feels guilty sending Sansa to his bed a virgin, so she makes a plan to have her deflowered before her wedding night, telling Sansa that she can choose any man she wants, and Cersei will make it happen. Unfortunately, things don't quite go as Cersei plans.
Sansa and Joffrey are a bit older. I've gone for about 16 so that Joffrey will rule without a Regent.
Author's Note: Be aware of non-con, Joffrey, and Dark themes in general.
Secrets
How many oaths will you forsake this day, Uncle?
"On the table." Joffrey declares; a king's declaration is a command. His uncle hesitates for little more than a second, but long enough for the King to notice. "You swore to obey your king. I said: On the table."
". . ." There is a prolonged, pregnant silence as the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard stares at his twin. Uncle Jaime's defiance stirs irrational anger within the king, but he forces it down; it has no place in his moment of glory. Joffrey does not need to look at his mother to know the emotion she holds in her eyes and the expression that graces her features her as the twins share a look. It's as if they fall right into his hands. As if by silent command, the naked Lord Commander pushes himself onto the large, shield-shaped, utterly white table in the first floor of the White Sword Tower into a position above the equally naked form of the king's betrothed.
"You will get your wish after all, Mother." The King keeps his voice warm and pleasant, as if he gives his mother a gift she's always wished for. He might well have; it is well within his power to separate Mother and his dear uncle if he desires and both know it.
How many lives will you ruin to stay together?
"Joff, enough of this charade." Mother hisses from his right. Her nails claw at his shoulder like a rabid cat in futile attempt to stop him. Joffrey throws her hand off apathetically with a toss of his shoulder.
"Be silent!" He is of half of mind to hit her, as his 'father' used to. If there was but one thing former-king excelled at, it was putting his wife in her place. It is only at the last moment that Joffrey restrains himself; mindless violence does not always lead to the desired effects. "This is your fault, Mother. Had you simply kept to yourself, none of this would have occurred." He says instead.
Again, the shared look between siblings, so blatant that even the blind Sansa notices it. In her confusion, the young woman gifts the King with a gaze so terrified that her eyes water, but no tears fall. She's gotten stronger in these last years at court and her beauty is only amplified by the red that covers her cheeks and the light puffiness around her eyes. She will soon be a queen worthy of him. Joffrey ignores his mother's fury and walks over to the table to sit beside his betrothed, who still remains under Uncle Jaime. The King holds his hand out and gently grasps hers; her palms are sweaty from nervousness, but as soft as he remembers.
"Begin." The King commands his Lord Commander. He can see the clench in the older male's jaw and the deep, calming breath that is required to stop him from lashing out in a bout of rash, unrestrained violence. With one final look to Mother - Joffrey knows Uncle Jaime receives a nod in return, as is Mother's way – the knight rubs his cock with a hand and looks over the girl's body, so that he is hard enough to properly penetrate her.
Sansa looks beyond Joffrey to Mother, who does not move to stop the lesson. His mother may be a selfish cunt, willing to hurt Joffrey's betrothed to stay beside the man she loves at any cost, but she is shrewd enough to know that the king holds their mutual future in his hands. Perhaps he will castrate the Lord Commander for breaking his vows and defiling Joffrey's queen. That would irritate Mother and make certain she does not interfere again.
"This is not how it was to be." Is all Mother offers to the girl's unspoken plea, but still Sansa's gaze does not waver from the other woman, her eyes both begging and condemning with the remains of her willfulness. Joffrey does not look away as his uncle penetrates his wife-to-be, nor is he ashamed when he finds his cock just as hard as Jaime's at the cry of pain the young woman releases when her maidenhead breaks. Sansa clenches his hand with almost inhuman strength and he can feel each of his uncle's movements through her arm.
After a moment, Joffrey looks back to his mother, whose face is red with barely-concealed rage. The woman glances from her brother and the girl beneath him, and the King knows anger wells within her, a dam ready to burst at the simplest pressure. Joffrey is bemused at the show; for the trouble she caused him with this escapade, Mother should consider herself lucky this is all he chooses to punish them with. The King looks away, satisfied that his mother suffers sufficiently and knows better than to try a game again with hisSansa.
How much longer can you endure, Mother? I look forward to watching you break.
"My love" Joffrey gives his full attention to Sansa, beautiful in her sorrow, who only whimpers in return. "In her desire for power, my mother manipulates you and seeks to tear us apart. You're safe with me, she'll not control you again." He strokes the top of her hand with his thumb and the tears start to fall, her breaths ragged from both her body's lust and her sadness. Joffrey leans in, ignoring his uncle's well-toned arm, and brushes the droplets from her pale cheek. "Do not worry. Everything will be over soon."
You belong only to me.