Author's Note: I'd like to start this by saying Joffrey is a little shit and there will be some triggering content related to emotional and physical abuse and some content that could be considered non-con/rape by some (I would consider it such). I do not intend to make light of these topics.
Chapter 14: Sansa
With Cersei out of the way Joffrey wanted to get married as soon as possible and I agreed. My 16th name day was in a moons turn and a moons turn after that was to be the greatest royal wedding in decades. Joffrey wanted nothing to do with the actual planning of the wedding so that fell to me and the King's council. I spent most of my time planning an elaborate, extravagant, and unnecessary wedding. Part of it was to please Joffrey who thought kings should only have the best of the best. The other part was to stoke the fire of rage against Joffrey in the common folk. He cared so little for their well-being, torturing those who came to ask for food or making men battle to the death over a petty dispute. His lust for pain had grown quickly and I was so happy to not have to spend time with my betrothed.
He wished to have a feast for my name day that he was having his grandfather, Tywin Lannister, planning. Because of this, many nobles were coming to the Capital early for my Name Day Feast and staying for the Royal Wedding. My favorite of the group was the Tyrells of Highgarden. Lord Mace Tyrell was a bumbling fool but his mother, Lady Olenna Tyrell, truly lived up to her title of Queen of Thorns due to her sharp tongue. But she was very pleasurable to spend time with. Her granddaughter, Margaery Tyrell, was well on her way to being the next Queen of Thorns. Margaery and I became fast friends. I knew her family wanted her to be Queen but I would not let that happen. I was lucky because Margaery truly did not want Joffrey, knowing of his cruelty, and was happy to let me deal with the monster.
Margaery and I spent more and more time together as my name day approached. She was very helpful in planning the wedding for she knew more about the Southern lords and traditions. I learned a lot from her and I liked to think she enjoyed my company. I truly felt like I did not need to pretend who I was with her though I hardly let my mask drop.
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(AN: This is were the non-con/rape section starts)
A few days before my name day, Joffrey insisted I come see him in his chambers. My stomach felt as if it had fallen to the floor. We had not been alone together since the day after his mother died and I had heard nothing of the maid he had called that day. I let none of my fear or trepidation show on my face, least the guardsman see. I followed two of the Kingsguard to Joffrey's chamber and was told to enter without knocking. As I entered I noticed something was off. The room was dark, only a fire in the fireplace to light the room. Curtains had been drawn over the windows and the head of the Kingsguard, Ser Meryn Trant, was standing in the corner. Joffrey was sitting in a chair facing the fire, drinking wine.
As I entered the room, Joffrey looked up and smiled. There was a mad glint in his eye and for the first time I was genuinely scared of him. "Come here and stand before me, my beautiful Sansa." He gestured with his wine glass, allowing the wine to slosh out the top. He was drunk.
I curtsied and moved in front of him, eyeing Ser Meryn. "What do you need, Your Grace? Do you wish to speak of the wedding? Have I displeased you in some way?" I tried to think back to any time where he had seemed anything but happy with me.
"No, no, my sweet. You have done nothing wrong, really, but I want you to do something for me." He looked me up and down, smiling into his cup and taking another gulp of wine.
"What can I do for you, my King?" I was genuinely curious what he could want but I knew whatever it was I would not like it.
"I want to see my bride to be." He said, looking at my body again.
I blanched, "I… I'm right here, Your-" he cut me off then.
"Take off your dress, I want to see you." He sat up a bit, waiting for me to comply.
"My King! I can't… I won't… this isn't proper!" I started to move towards the door. This was wrong and I was scared. What would he do to me?
"I AM KING!" Joffrey yelled then, "ANYTHING I SAY IS PROPER! I MAKE THE RULES!"
"Joffrey, please." I am whimpering now. This can't be happening. Why was this happening?
"Ser Meryn!" Joffrey said then, taking another sip of wine. Ser Meryn leered at me then, and I moved towards the door again but he was closer. He grabbed my arms and forced me to face Joffrey. I tried to fight back but he was stronger than me. Joffrey spoke again, "Teach her not to run." With that Ser Meryn turned me around and punched me hard in the stomach. I bent over in pain, he was still wearing his gauntlets. I felt like I could not breath and did not notice Ser Meryn had turned me around again. I was looking into Joffrey's eyes, tears starting to stream down my face.
He reached a hand out and wiped away the tears. "Shhh, my sweet. Don't cry. I love you. Don't you love me? Don't you want to make your King happy?" He stroked my face and neck while he said that. I was so scared, I did not want to be hit again. I nodded, trying not to whimper. "That's my sweet Sansa." He said and his hand moved down further, cupping one of my breasts and squeezing. I struggled a bit and he squeezed harder. "No, love. You want this. Don't fight or Ser Meryn will have to teach you not to." I whimpered then, trying my best to not cry.
Joffrey ripped at my dress, pulling it off me. I heard seams pop and stayed still as he stripped me to my corset and shift. I was shaking like a leaf despite the heat in the room. I would not cry anymore, I could not let him win. "Joffrey," I stuttered, cursing my voice for its lack of strength, "why can't we wait?" Joffrey smiled and looked over my shoulder at Ser Meryn. I was turned around again roughly. I groaned as Ser Meryn punched my stomach again, this time I did not bend. I tried to breath through the pain, looking into Ser Meryn's eyes all the while. He would pay for this, they both would.
Joffrey was unlacing my corset. He let it fall to the ground with my dress and I was turned around to face him. "Will you behave now?" He said, his hands finding my waist. I looked at him, his eyes were blazing, green and mad. I would not be able to reason with him. I said nothing. I would not accept this, I would endure but never consent to this twisted game of his.
He tsked, and pulled at my shift hard, ripping it off my body. The sleeves remained, falling down my arms and stopping when they hit Ser Meryn's hands. I was totally exposed. I struggled, trying to break free of Ser Meryn's grip, trying to find a way to cover myself. Ser Meryn's grip became harder, holding me still. I knew I would have bruises on my arms tomorrow.
Joffrey's clammy hand caressed my breast, and I struggled harder. His eye's flashed in anger and I got another strike by Ser Meryn. We continued this for what felt like an hour but was probably shorter. Joffrey who touch me and I would struggle, trying to move away, then another strike by Ser Meryn, never to the face because Joffrey, "liked me pretty." I felt sick. I just wanted to leave.
Eventually Joffrey tired of his game and told me to leave him. Turning his back to me and walking back to the fire. See Meryn's hands left my arms and I pulled my destroyed shift around my body. I wrapped my corset around me and tried to tied my dress the best I could on my own. I ran to my chambers and was relieved that there was no one along the way. I bolted the door and shed my clothing. I went to my vanity and wet a cloth, cleaning my arms and torso. Some of the bruises were already showing. Some of the strikes to my bare skin had caused blood to start flowing. I bandaged those wounds and finally looked at myself in the mirror. I was shaking and disheveled. I fell to the ground, dry heaving, and finally started to cry. I felt broken, used. I could not be naked any more. I ran to my trunk and pulled out one of my favorite Northern dress. I pulled the dress on and ripped my hair out of its stupid Southern style.
Covered again, I looked into the mirror. I looked like my mother but there was something else. I realized I looked like my father too. I was of the North, I was a Stark. None of what happened was my fault, it was Joffrey's, and he would pay. I am a Wolf, and I will not bow to a boy Lion.