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Sequel to Lady of Winterfell.


Chapter Seven: The Purple Wedding.

Her face betrayed nothing as she stared at the spectacle before her, when this had all started there had been a time that she had imagined that it would be her up there marrying him; that perhaps this was what her own wedding day would have been like. Now she loathed the sight of the boy that she had considered her prince, he was nothing more than a monster and her tormentor for the years that she had been held here as a hostage while the war raged.

Four long years since she had left the comfort of her home, four long years since she had seen her mother and siblings, four long years since she had felt safe. Sansa would have given anything to be allowed to go home to her family, what was left of it anyway after the massacre of her mother, her brother and her good-sister at the wedding of her uncle.

Instead she had been married off to the imp, her birth right making her a hostage that the Lannisters would never let go and they needed her to control the North. She could not even bring herself to look to her side where her new husband was seated, her stomach turned just thinking about the fact that it was him that they had married her too.

If things had gone as she and Queen Margaery had wished then she would have been married to Ser Loras Tyrell and would have escaped to High Garden instead of being trapped here. Instead she found herself married to the imp, though he had been kind to her and had refused to touch her despite what she was sure was pressure from his father to get her with child soon enough.

The only plus side that Sansa could name about being here was that the new Queen was a lot kinder to her than Cersei had been; she liked Margaery and she prayed to the old Gods that Joffrey would treat her well. The Lannister Queen had been cruel and seemed to enjoy making Sansa miserable, she made her life a nightmare with the reminders of what might have been should she have married King Joffrey.

Looking to Margaery, Sansa could not help but think about beautiful she looked; she looked every inch a Queen and not a hair was out of place even as she sat beside her new husband. A tension seemed to hover in the air and Sansa could only imagine what it would take to break it, she wanted nothing more than to hide away in her rooms; almost grateful that her new husband refused to touch her.

Tyrion might not have been the Lannister that most would have considered marrying but Sansa was more grateful that it had been him; he treated her with respect and did not force her to do things. Sansa knew that her wants and desires did not matter here, she had been offered the chance to flee once before and did not take it because she thought that she could arrange herself into a Tyrell marriage only for that to backfire.

The announcement that Joffrey had organised some entertainment for his wedding made Sansa's stomach turn even more so when she saw the dwarves and what they were enacting. People laughed at the foolery before them and Sansa could do nothing but stare as she watched them; her eyes catching of the dwarf dressed as her brother Robb.

Only when the play came to an end did Joffrey stand a smug smile on his face and he held up the bag of gold that he had promised to them. Sitting numbly Sansa did not catch what was said until she heard Tyrion push out his chair and get to his feet; she did not look unable to do so as her eyes stared at the dwarves ahead of her. The costumes were in poor taste and Sansa could see why Joffrey had decided upon such; her stomach rolled knowing that he had done this to hurt her and others.

Slowly the laughing dulled and Sansa could almost see the concerned look on Margaery's face; she could only imagine just what the woman was thinking at the act of cruelty from her new husband. It was only when Sansa had realised that Joffrey had approached that she heard the sound of him pouring wine over Tyrion's head; she glanced down at her lap unable to do anything else.

"My love come back to me," Margaery beckoned in an attempt to gain control of the situation before it had the chance to spiral more. Sansa wondered if her words on how much of a monster had even sunk in, she prayed her friend would be safe and would not earn the ire of the King when she was such a kind soul. Margaery offered out a hand to Joffrey a smile on her face as he walked back to her, only when he turned to face Tyrion did the desperation on her face appear; she could only watch as Joffrey made Tyrion is cup bearer.

The silence was almost deafening and Sansa stared over at Joffrey unsure what she had ever seen in him; oh, how she wished she could go back in time to shake some sense into herself. Cersei almost looked pleased at the humiliation that Joffrey was bestowing on her brother; her eyes watching as Tyrion climbed down from his chair and made his way slowly to her son.

Joffrey dropped the cup before Tyrion could take it from him, a smirk on his features as he stared down at him and when he bent down to pick it up Joffrey kicked it away from him. The new Queen looked away unable to watch a second more knowing that this was just the beginning.

Sansa got to her feet and moved to help Tyrion, she did not look at Joffrey as she did so though she was sure he looked to her; she handed it to her husband without a word before returning to her seat. Joffrey refused to take the empty cup from Tyrion, he scoffed at the attempt to give him the empty cup before Tyrion moved to pour more wine into the cup and hand it back to him.

"Kneel. Kneel before your king," Joffrey demanded a smirk on his uncle held out the cup for him to take once it had been refilled; the joy of his actions on his features as he spoke. Tyrion looked at Joffrey with distain as the order was repeated for him to kneel, no one daring to speak up in his defence in the face of what they were all witnessing now.

"Look, the pie!" Margaery announced getting to her feet almost relieved to break the tension; her voice cracking as she spoke and cheers following her announcement after such a display. Joffrey lingered staring at Tyrion for a moment more before he turned to Margaery who had approached him as their wedding pie was presented to them. Producing his new sword, a gift from his grandfather after a hard-fought war Joffrey approached the pie and smashed the top of it releasing the doves that had been inside; a pleased gasp escaping Margaery as she clapped her hands.

"Can we leave now?" Sansa asked quietly leaning towards Tyrion, she no longer wished to remain at such a celebration; she doubted that it would be long before Joffrey would turn his attentions back to them. She could not bring herself to watch as Margaery fed Joffrey some of the pie that they had been served; a smile on the new Queen's face as she looked into his eyes, perhaps just a well-placed mask to disguise her true thoughts.

"Uncle," Joffrey called just as he and Sansa got to their feet to leave, he chewed on the pie a couple of times before he turned to look at the two of them. Cersei could not hide her amusement at the fact that Joffrey had not forgotten that he had been in the process of tormenting her brother even if his new bride had tried to distract him.

"I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace," Tyrion said knowing that if Joffrey had his way then this little act would continue and he doubted it would end well. However, Joffrey was quick to insist that Tyrion was perfect the way he was; he continued to stuff pie into his mouth as he spoke with his uncle, barely taking a breath as he stuffed a fork full into his mouth. Offering a glance back at Sansa who had stepped down from the high table, Tyrion made his way back over to Joffrey to give him his cup that had been put down in front of the Lady Olenna who had a grim expression on her face as he did so.

"Mmm. Good. Needs washing down," Joffrey said taking the wine from Tyrion, his mouth still full of pie that he couldn't help but think was dry; he would have the baker executed for such a fact as it was spoiling his day. Moving back towards his seat where Sansa remained waiting for him, Tyrion could not help but hope that they would be allowed to leave now; he could see how distressed she was and he did not blame her for wanting to get away.

He would flee as well if he had the option, with each passing day he became more disenchanted with his family and he had no doubts that if his father could not control Joffrey then they were certainly going to lose control of him sooner or later. Something that Tyrion had no interest in seeing, he was not a fool and was aware of the cruelty that the boy was capable of; he would be their ruin and his father's legacy would come to nothing. Though it did make him wonder if those dirty little rumours about his siblings held any truth.

"If it please, your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired…" Tyrion started to explain, however he did not get any further before Joffrey interrupted him with a refusal; the King coughed to clear his throat feeling like something was stuck there. Bringing his hand up, Joffrey clutched at his throat for a moment before coughing into his hand; nothing he seemed to do dislodged whatever it was that was stuck there. Margaery having stepped back and looked uneasy about the tension that was building even with her usual distraction techniques nothing seemed to be swaying him from his desire to humiliate his uncle.

"Your Grace?" Tyrion asked concerned, no matter how much he might have disliked his nephew; he was his blood and that had to count for something in all of this. Joffrey started to cough more in an attempt to clear his throat, he drank more of the wine as Margaery stared at him concerned about what was happening; she took a hesitant step forward before stopping.

"It's nothing!" Joffrey dismissed, turning his back on Tyrion as he clutched at his throat again; people starting to realise that something was not quite right. He gasped for breath trying to breathe as Margaery saw the alarm in his eyes, panic setting in as she stepped back and exclaimed that he was choking; people started to call out in alarm as Tywin and Cersei shift their chairs in a panic.

"Help the poor boy!" Lady Olenna shouted just as Joffrey staggered away from the table; he dropped the cup that he was holding as he staggered about towards the crowds, who fled at the sight of their King choking. No one dared move forward to help him, all watching in what felt like a stupor while the events before them unravelled; no one could have predicted this for such a happy occasion.

"Idiots! Help your King!" Olenna ordered surprised to see that no one had raced forward to help him while he choked; it took a few moments before people started to surge forward but no one reached out to help the boy King. Joffrey fell forward onto his stomach, convulsing and vomiting as he did so while Jaime rushed towards him shoving people out of the way; he was quickly followed by Cersei who clutched at her skirts as she hurried towards her boy. Watching from where she stood, Sansa wondered if this was the Gods justice for what Joffrey had done to Robb, Sanira and Catelyn at the Twins; they had been murdered at a wedding so the Lannisters would lose one of their own at one.

"Come with me now, if you want to live, we have to leave," a man said approaching Sansa from behind, she stared at the scene before her in horror though she did not doubt that Joffrey did not deserve what happened to him. A glance at the man told Sansa that he was the man that she had saved from Joffrey on his name day; she was almost surprised to see him again.

Her decision was quick knowing that this could be her chance, she did not look back as she followed the man knowing that people would point the finger to her for what happened. Cersei pushed Jaime away from as she turned Joffrey onto his back, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of what was happening to her son; the people around her gasped in horror with Queen Margaery turning away to the comfort of her grandmother at the sight.

"Joffrey! Please! My God, what is it? Help him!" Cersei pleaded staring down at her son, she did not know what to do to save him and tears fell down her face as she looked at the terror in his eyes. Joffrey's face slowly turning purple as he stared up at her, he continued to convulse as she held him in her arms; his eyes wide and blood shot as they stared up at her.

His hand slowly reached up and pointed towards the high table where Tyrion had approached the cup that Joffrey had dropped and stared down at it all realising what had happened. Blood seeped from Joffrey's nose as he made some gargling sounds pulling his distraught mother's attention away from the sight of Tyrion holding the cup back to him.

With nothing more than a whimper, Joffrey of Houses Baratheon, and Lannister, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm slipped away from the world; his unseeing blue eyes staring at the sky above him. His hand fell limp at his side and the sounds of his mother weeping started to reach the crowd who stood only feet away from them; she rocked him back and forth before turning her rage-filled gaze to Tyrion.

"He did this," Cersei whispered knowing that Tyrion would pay for what he had done to her son, she would have his head and make him pay for his sins against her for this.


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