Violence and mentions of rape/non-con ahead, so be warned. Also, incest, but this is ASoIaF we're talking about, so I don't know if it's much of a warning.
She looks very much like him: her cheekbones might be higher and her lips thinner, but she's still very much like him. They have the same golden hair, though hers is long and curly, and a bit wild too; the same green eyes, she has thicker and darker eyelashes that curl beautifully; the same creamy skin that tastes of grass and flesh, but hers is full of tiny freckles in the summer, a dull orange against her fair skin; the same curiosity about things, though hers is sweeter, kinder, more subdued, less inclined towards violence as she prefers brushes and paint, needles and books.
They're very much alike, his sister and him, and very much like their own mother, as she has carried them in her womb. But Myrcella's blood is sweeter than his, and brighter too. Myrcella's blood is his favourite. He loves to let it run down her legs, her arms and her back, sometimes even down her throat and he relishes the days she has to wear high necks and multiple scarves so no one else discovers her wounds.
She looks so very pretty when she cries silently, trembling underneath his fingers, naked and scared. He likes specially the way she says his name, in a murmur, pleading for him to stop because he's the one in power. "Joffrey, please…" But she never says anything else, only "Joffrey, please…" and he does not stop until he is satisfied, until her hips and her thighs are blue from his pinching and he's licked every single one of her ribs.
Later he cradles her in his arms, gentle hands caressing her stomach and her neck, soft fingers brushing against her cheeks and the inner side of her thighs, and he makes her say "I love you", because he likes hearing it from her lips. She's a lovely, little girl, his sister.
And she is so very like him.
