Archagel9418: Cersei does love him but she hates the fact he had to have been Robert's. Ideally to her he would have been Jaime's and like Jaime as apposed to Robert's and a sort of amalgamation of Robert, Jaime and little bit of Tywinn
Naruhina1519: Either a very young John Hurt or very young Ian McKellen
Sansa
Sandor Clegane led her into the Throne Room, where a crowd had gathered around the Iron Throne blocking off all escape. Men moved aside to let them through. Sat on his throne was King Joffery, where a crowd had gathered around the king. Men moved aside to let them through. On his throne sat King Joffery, dressed in red velvet trimmed with gold. The crown atop his brow was overwhelmed by the blond curls that spun and intwined themselves in the stalks that jutted out of his gold circlet. Beside the king were two of his kingsguard. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn stood facing eachother on opposite sides of their king. Their heads were bare, helms under one arm, the other gripping the hilt of their swords. Joffery held a crossbow aross his knees, working a fresh bolt into it. The sight of the crossbow began to pull Sansa's stomach into knots.
"Your Grace." She fell to her knees, but Joffery snickered as she did and rose "Kneeling won't save you now," the king said. "Stand up. You're here to answer for your brother's latest treasons." Sansa felt her throat begin to tighten as she choked out, "Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part. You know that, I beg you, please-" The king would have none of it. "Ser Lancel," Joff said, "tell her of this outrage."
The tall green eyed boy stepped forward toward the throne and announced to the crowd. "Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves, only three days ride from Casterly Rock. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain." The crowd of noblemen and ladies began to shout their outrage and spit at Sansa while she knelt facing away from them. "You have nothing to say?" asked Joffrey, raising his crossbow at Sansa. "You Starks are as unnatural as those wolves of yours. I've not forgotten how your monster savaged me." Sansa's eyes widened in fear. "That was Arya's wolf," she said. "Lady would never hurt you." Joffery snorted and barked out for Ser Boros.
Boros left his king's side and moved out of the front of the hall, shoving past the nobles like shrubbery in a wood. When he returned he was dragging something by a leash. As the crowd parted further Sansa cried out in horror when she caught sight of Lady being pulled along, whinning and whimpering. Sansa turned to the king. "Your Grace!" she begged, "You and your Lady Mother both swore you would never-" Joffery laughed. "The wailing of women!" he hooted and the court also laughed though more nervously. Joffery wiped the tears from his eyes. "Very well then," he said, "If not your mutt, you." Joffery raised the crossbow at her and a few vague gasps went through the hall. Sansa raised her arms to shield herself but it seemed he thought better of himself.
Frowning, he lowered the crossbow. "I'd shoot you, but if I do Mother says they'd kill my uncle Jaime. Instead you'll just be punished and we'll send word to your brother about what will happen to you if he doesn't yield. Boros. Meryn." Ser Boros released his grip on Lady's leash and handed it to a neaerby gold cloak, and seized Sansa. "Leave her face," Joffrey commanded. "I like her pretty."
Boros slammed a fist into Sansa's belly, driving the air out of her. When she doubled over, the knight grabbed her hair and drew his sword, and for one hideous instant she was certain he meant to open her throat. As he laid the flat of the blade across her thighs, she thought her legs might break from the force of the blow. Sansa screamed. Tears welled in her eyes. It will be over soon. She soon lost count of the blows. "Boros, make her naked." Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa's bodice and gave a hard yank. The silk came tearing away, baring her to the waist. Sansa covered her breasts with her hands. She could hear sniggers, far off and cruel. "Beat her bloody." shouted someone from the crowd as they began to jeer the knight son as they abused her.
"What is the meaning of this!?" a voice shouted cracking the air like a whip. The crowd shuddered to silence instantly and parted. Suddenly Sansa was free. She stumbled to her knees, arms crossed over her chest, her breath ragged. "Is this your notion of chivalry, Ser Boros?" asked the voice. Sansa turned to see her saviour. It was the king's younger brother, Bruce. He wore a red and gold doublet with a roaring lion woaven on to the breast. Drooped over his shoulders the famous lion skin cloak, his long black hair rugged and curtaining his ears. Behind him two men, one had a centaur with bow running across a white field on his breastplate. The other had three red cheverons on a silver background on his chestguard. "What sort of knight beats helpless girls?" he demanded of Boros. "The sort who serves his king." said Trant. Ser Boros raised his sword, and Ser Meryn stepped up beside him, his blade scraping clear of its scabbard. "Careful with those," warned the the younger of the prince's companions, "You don't want to get blood all over those pretty white cloaks." and drew his own sword.
The prince growled out to the noone in particular, "Someone give the girl something to cover herself with," Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse velvet scratched against her skin, but nothing had ever felt so fine.
"This girl's to be your queen," Bruce warned Joffrey. "Have you no regard for her honour?" Joffery squirmed under his brother's glare."I'm punishing her." he stated."For what crime?" shouted the bewilderd Crown Prince. "She does not fight her brother's battles." snorted his brother. "She has the blood of a wolf." Bruce laughed, "And you have the brain of a leech." Joffery's retort was immediate, "You can't talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes." Bruce ascended the steps toward his brother. "Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him?" A murmmer of disconent shadowed the the room as everyone saw the prince and where he stood. Ser Maryn stepped to the king. "No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard." Bruce let out a laugh. "I prefer a firm hand and action to idle threats, Ser." he said turning to adress the knight and suddenly his arm flung out and struck his brother across the face.
Joffery hit the ground hard and his crown tumbled from his head, rolling away from his head. Sansa and the rest of the court looked on in wonder as they saw the prince a single swip of his or his guards swords away from being king. Ser Boros turned a dark shade of red. "The queen will hear of this!" The prince smiled at the thought. "Good. And why wait? Joffrey, shall we send for mother?" The king cast a glare at his brother through his red and tear filling eyes. He looked desperate to speak out but held his tounge for fear of another thrashing. "Nothing to say, Your Grace?" his brother went on "Good. Learn to use your ears more than your mouth less. Needless beatings are no way to earn the love of your people or queen's." Joffery snorted and began to rise to his knees. "Fear is better than love, Mother says." Joffrey pointed at Sansa. "She fears me."
The prince sighed deeply. "Yes. A pity Stannis and Renly aren't young girls as well. Ser Boros. Trant. Escort my brother to his chambers." If either of them looked to protest they were silenced when the Hound grabbed Joffery and pulled him away from his brother. The crowd parted for the king as he left. Sansa knew better than to let her smile be shown but she felt great relief flood from herself none the less. Halfway down the room the king stopped and the entire room shuddered to hault as they saw him stand fast. His eyes were wide with fear and his lip began to tremble. Joffery turned to look back at the throne and the whole room followed his gaze and gasped.
They looked and saw the Crown Prince stood,his back turned to them. Sansa looked back to Joffery and saw it. His crown was gone! She looked back to Bruce and he turned to face them all in his hands Joffery's crown. His fingers roamed over the matal work intently and his eyes glazed over in absolute wonder. 'Take it!' Sansa wanted to shout, but she knew better to do so and like the rest of them looked on helplessly at the prince as his hands glided over Joffery's birth right. Bruce looked up at them and glowered straight at his brother. The prince seemed to be trying to read every detail of his brother down to the last hair. He swallowed thickly and croaked out, "Kyle. Take Lady Sansa and her pup to her chambers." His voice was but a whisper and was scarcley heard. The knight with a centaur on his breast approached Sansa and pulled her from the room. As the knight led Sansa away she never let her sight leave either the prince or king. At last Bruce stopped looking at his brother and shifted his eyes to the Iron Throne. His breathing was shallow and could be heard even as the knight led her out of the room.
Their footsteps clapping on the stone floor did nothing to disuade Sansa from trying to listen to what she could hear. As they reached the end of the hallway there was a sharp metallic clang. Sansa looked back and the knight hauted and drew his sword at the noise. Lady's ears perked up and she leaned forward to listen. From out of the Throne Room doors rolled the crown. It rolled in a circle for a while and stopped. The thunderous clacking of heels on stone was herd and Joffery divide out of the room and scrambled for the crown. After he placed it on his head his guards followed, and in silence, led their master away.
Sansa was a lady and like a lady she never under any normal circumstances swore. But thus was by far a normal circumstance.
