JOANNA

It was late at night when Joanna was called to her brothers chambers. Since their father's death Joanna had not once stayed in Joffrey's chambers. There was something wrong about sleeping in the bed that her father was sleeping in only a few weeks prior. Luckily Joffrey hadn't called for her since, his kingly duties taking up the majority of his time.

Now that Joffrey was King their relationship had only become more complicated. Half the time Joanna couldn't stand to be apart from him but whenever Joffrey mentioned his betrothal to Sansa Stark Joanna didn't want anything else but to slap him.

"It seems that I've been neglecting you lately. I hope you haven't been feeling lonely." Joffrey said, closing the door behind her.

The room was candlelit and placed on an ornate table was a jug of wine and two goblets. A hand on her back guided her to the table.

"Wine?" Joff asked, pouring a goblet full of the red liquid.

Joanna nodded and the goblet was passed to her before her brother poured himself a glass. Determined to forget everything concerning Ned Stark and his traitorous family she downed the goblet in one gulp. Another one was poured and another and before long her mind started to become cloudy Joffrey placed a hand on her thigh. Too tipsy to complain Joanna giggled, her inhibitions lowering.

"I love you Joff." Joanna stumbled as she stood up. Joffrey, who hadn't touched his wine caught her and spun her to face him.

He wrapped his arms round her waist and pulled her closer. "You are mine."

Joffrey pressed his lips to hers and found little resistance. They hadn't been this intimate since the tourney when Lord Stark had seen them but as their tongues intertwined and his hands went lower any doubt vanished from her mind.

He slowly manoeuvred them to the bed where Joanna was lowered on to. Joffrey's hands gently moved the skirt of Joanna's dress up.

"We can't do this… I-" Joanna's complaints were quickly cut off as the kiss continued. Joanna knew that they couldn't do this but her arguments were continuously ignored. The wine had clouded her judgement and the side of her brain that protested was being oppressed by the alcohol and her twin.

Joffrey's hands captured his sister's face. "Dear sister, I am the King. That means that you are now my subject and you must do what I say. I've waited too long for this."

"But if I am too marry..." Joanna protested, trying to move from beneath her twin's weight but to no success.

"As long as I am King then you shall belong to no one but me."

Joanna had no choice but to give in.

She woke tangled in the sheets, her dress lying on the floor. Joanna felt dampness between her legs and her hand came back red with blood. Memories of the previous night came back to her and the guilt washed over her like a tidal wave. That was not how she planned the night going, but from the way Joffrey had been acting he had planned it all along. He knew that she wanted to wait until she married and to have her first be her husband. For years Joffrey had joked about not letting that happen but she hadn't thought he was serious.

Yes, she loved Joffrey and the thought of being with him couldn't make her happier. However whenever she imagined her future she was marrying someone else, having someone else's baby and Joffrey had to deal with it. Now her entire future was ruined. No one would want to marry her now, she had no more value than a common whore. Joffrey had taken everything from her. What did he expect to happen? Did Joffrey just expect her to remain unmarried for the rest of her days as nothing more than his mistress? Joanna wanted children, lots and lots of children. She didn't care if they were Joffrey's or another mans. As long as she was married to a respectable husband with an heir she could only then have intimate relations with him.

Tears welling up in her eyes she sat up, using the sheets to cover herself despite being alone in the room. Joff would've already left to sort out Kingly matters whilst she sat there, deflowered in his rooms. Glancing at the sheet she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding when there was not more than a speck of blood on the bed. Climbing out of bed she walked over to the full-length mirror.

Hanging on the corner of the mirror was a dress, a crimson gown with diamonds sewn into the skirt and lace decorating the bodice. The dress was beautiful and was exactly her fit but it left an ill feeling in Joanna's stomach. If it had been given to her any other day she would be ecstatic and only make her love for Joffrey grow but now it just seemed like payment.

But she could pretend it never happened and lie. She could put on a façade and pretend to still be the perfect daughter and convince her mother to arrange a marriage. Joffrey got what he wanted so now she would do the same.

After all, a Lannister always pays their debts.

This chapter is another example of Joffrey being a manipulative sociopath, even towards Joanna. She made it clear that she wasn't okay with having sex but Joffrey insisted and always used alcohol to cloud her judgement, notice how he didn't drink any himself. Joffrey intended to bring them closer but he only succeeded in driving a wedge between them.

I hope I haven't made Joanna's intentions too unclear. Whilst she does love Joffrey with all her heart she wanted to have a secure future before their relationship progressed. She wants a marriage and children but unlike Cersei she knows that she had to have them with her husband (at least an heir) but once her wifely duties have been fulfilled that it when she wanted to have sex with Joffrey.