Author's note: Second chapter in one day. I really am enjoying writing this story. Also we finally get a glimpse into the mind of Joffrey. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Thank you for the favorites, follows and reviews they mean a lot.

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Chapter 4: Innocence.

Johanna felt uncomfortable upon her future husband's horse, but she ignored it as they rode ahead. She thought they were taking a simple walk through the Wolfswood but Robb had a bow upon his back, as did the boy Theon. Johanna was alarmed but she refused to let them see her break apart, she was a Lannister lion she did not show weakness. She kept her mouth a thin line as they rode to the wood, and upon their arrival she slid off the horse.

Robb walked ahead of her with Theon, leaving her to walk in the back with his half brother. She thought the purpose of the walk was for them to speak, but Robb had not said a word to her since he brought her to his horse. She felt out of place, and she just wished to be back in her own bed. She was trying to be the good wife, but he was not making things easy for her. He led her to believe he too wanted to put in an effort.

Jon Snow was quiet, he too did not say a word as he walked beside Johanna. She truly questioned why Robb had asked her to come if he planned to ignore her. Her attention was drawn from her own mind when a pure white pup ran by her feet. She dodged the wolf with ease as it ran around her.

"Is he yours?"

"Yes, Sorry Princess." Jon Snow looked down at the ground, and Johanna wished he was not so shy.

She understood why he was so uncomfortable around her. She had heard Sansa speak on Jon, of how her mother did not want him around the royal family. She did not blame Lady Stark. If Robb Stark had a bastard when they were married, she did not think she could allow that child to live in their home. Even with her love of children, the shame of raising a bastard was a hard shame to bear.

"Don't be sorry, he's cute."

Johanna truly found the wolves to be harmless, and docile creatures. She had not seen any of them make a move to harm a single person. Her brother on the other hand did nothing but tell her how he thought they were horrid. Joffrey never liked things that made others happy.

"I don't understand your brother, he brings me out here just to ignore me."

Johanna had no one else to speak to in the middle of the woods, so she spoke to the only person in proximity. She had never spoken to Jon, never looked at him outside of the feast, but she needed to speak.

"He is nervous, Princess Johanna. He has known of your impending marriage almost his whole life, but it does not ease his nerves."

Johanna looked ahead to see her betrothed walking with his friend. He stood tall, strong and with so much confidence she thought it silly to hear he was nervous. She had spent little time with him but even so not once was she hinted to his nerves.

"I am nervous as well, Jon. I am the one losing everything in this marriage."

Johanna had not meant to sound so bitter but it was the truth. She was losing everything by marrying the Stark boy, and he was losing nothing. She was dragged leagues from her home, soon her whole family would be gone and she would be alone in the home of strangers.

"He knows that too, and he feels horrid about it. My brother is not as bad as your brother may think he is, princess."

"Is it that obvious? I thought my brother was more subtle."

Johanna found herself comfortable around Jon, which was a problem. She had found herself becoming comfortable with Robb right before she was forced not to speak with him. She knew better than to be comfortable around men who were not Joffrey, his jealousy would burn cities to the ground.

"I fear your brother is not nearly as subtle as you believe, but then again neither is mine." Johanna smiled. "My brother finds you quite beautiful, and I believe your brother has qualms with that."

Johanna found Jon very intriguing, he knew much. He spoke very little but it was as if his grey eyes saw everything. She wondered what else the young bastard had perceived of her family. Did he know of the relations between her and her twin? She doubted he did, if he had surely she would have been beaten by her father then.

"He means well, I promise. Joffrey has always been protective of me, and I of him, such is the life of twins."

"Such is the life of siblings. We are very protective our own here too, Princess, trust me. If Robb does not kill your brother before the end of this trip it will be a miracle. He worries for Sansa."

Johanna wished to laugh but she knew their worry was well placed. If her jealousy had not clouded her feelings for young Sansa, she may have worried as well. Her brother was her love, but it did not make him a sweet prince like the young girl had wished. Johanna knew how to handle her brother, or so she believed, and she knew when to forgive him. She did not know if the young Stark girl could do the same. He had a temper that when provoked would only mean harm for the she wolf.

"Well I hope both of them can keep their weapons sheathed for our sakes, women have no wish to see bloodshed over them."

Some women did, but Johanna was not one of them. She had heard tales of women so special wars were fought for them, one of those women being Lyanna Stark. Her father had gone to war to get her back, the Starks died to get her back. How was one woman so special to so many people that they would die a fiery death just to try and save her?

"I will counsel my brother, if you counsel yours."

Johanna let out a small laugh, and nodded at Jon Snow. He was something special, that she was sure of. He had good looks, soft spoken nature and eyes that saw more than most. If he was not seeking to take the black, Johanna was sure he would have made a woman truly happy.

"I make no promises on my brother's behalf though of course, but I would like my husband in one piece when we marry."

Johanna had tried to call Lord Robb her husband in her head, or out loud as much as she could. She wanted it to feel right but it never did. She knew nothing of the man, and yet he was to be her life partner. He would father her children, and be their protector for the rest of their days. She wanted it to feel natural when she walked toward him in the Godswood but she was not even close to feeling such a way.

Silence fell over Jon and herself, neither speaking, but it was not uncomfortable. Johanna kept her gaze on Robb, a bow in his hand and arrows upon his back. He looked like a true born solider, and she was used to that. Joffrey was a solider as well, but there was a great difference in the two men and Johanna wondered who would ever win if it came to a fight. She knew Joffrey was quick and skilled, but she could see the Robb had a natural strength to him. She just prayed it never came down to a fight, she feared she would lose her brother if it did.

Johanna stopped for a moment and when she looked up Robb and Theon had disappeared from view. She had truly thought of turning back whens he lost sight of him. Johanna was frustrated with the man, she had gone against her own views to come with him. She broke a rule inside of her own mind to go with him into the woods just for him to ignore her and disappear. She turned to Jon who did not seem bothered by the men disappearing at all.

"I think I may go back and wait by the horses, I see no point to my presence."

Once again Johanna's tone was icier than she had wished it to be. She understood that the men had come to the woods to deal with their feelings over Bran, but she did not need to be there.

"Hold one moment, Princess, let me see if I can go talk some sense into him."

Jon gave her a weak smile before he and his wolf pup ran in the direction of the missing men. Johanna shivered uncomfortably in the middle of the dark woods. She did not know her way among the trees, she did not know her way out of the darkness. She pulled the cloak tighter her body as she felt a fear creep over her, and unease she had never felt before. Johanna never had anything to fear at home, never had anything to worry over in the walls of the Red Keep, but in the woods everything was a fear. She was alone, and she allowed her weakness to break through, there was no one there to judge her. She nearly jumped out of her skin was a branch snapped behind her but she made no move. She prayed silently.

Johanna tried to scream as a rough, strong hand covered her mouth and an arm pulled her back into the mass of trees. Johanna did not struggle, she knew better but she closed her eyes tightly until finally the person let go of her, and when she opened her eyes she felt her body turn to ice.

"Robb Stark, you nearly frightened me to death." Johanna hated to yell, but yet she found herself standing in the middle of the wood yelling at her betrothed.

"I am truly sorry, Princess, it was not my intention." He wore a wolfish grin upon his face and Johanna wanted to smack it off, but she would never. "And you called me by my name."

Johanna blushed and looked to the ground, she had used his name. She was never so bothered that she let her formality slip from her. She knew who to call Lord, or Lady, and she knew never to call a Lord by his name. It did not matter that they were to marry in two days, he was not her husband yet.

"I apologize, my Lord." Johanna had her green eyes trained on the dark ground under their feet.

"I did not complain, Princess." She felt his rough fingers under her chin, lifting her head to look into his blue gaze. "I am going to be your husband, I would hate for you to call me Lord forever. I also quite enjoy the sound of my name coming from your lips."

Johanna blushed again at how forward the Lord was being, but as he spoke she smelt a hint of wine on his breath. She did not doubt he had been drinking with his friend as they walked, and she chalked it up to the sadness he felt inside. Johanna looked away into the darkness behind the Lord, her gaze no longer meeting his own.

"We should return to Winterfell, my Lord, I fear it is growing late."

"Johanna, if I have offended you I apologize." His voice grew softer than she thought possible.

"It is just late, my Lord."

She went to make her way around him, hoping she was going in the right direction. As she passed him she felt his gentle grip on her forearm. Johanna froze, used to the tight grip of Joffrey. Her betrothed spun her so she was facing him, a tentative look in his blue eyes. For a moment he did not say a word, and for a moment Johanna was left to wonder what the young man was doing. In one quick motion the Lord leaned down and pressed his warm lips to her cold ones. She did not return his kiss, but instead she stepped back from him.

"I really wish to return to Winterfell now, my Lord. If you wish to remain in the wood, I ask if you can direct Jon to return me."

And so it was, after the stolen kiss Johanna was placed upon Jon's horse a ridden back to the walls of Winterfell. Lord Robb said nothing to her of the kiss, spoke nothing on her leaving and she said nothing either. Jon tried to ask her what had transpired between the two but she did not say a word. She had never kissed a person outside of her own brother, and though it was wrong it was just as wrong for Robb to kiss her. She was not yet his wife, and sharing a kiss was wrong. If anyone had seen them Johanna would have felt shame. She did not doubt they would have imagined she had done more with the young Lord, and she liked to maintain her air of innocence.

Johanna bid Jon Snow farewell and found her way alone to her chambers. Her mind was a blur of thoughts, and she wished it was not. She was unhappy with the way Lord Stark acted toward her, but she was more unhappy with herself. She let herself, for one small moment, enjoy the innocence of his kiss.

Joffery.

Bran Stark had fallen while they were on their hunt, and Joffrey could not help but feel nothing. He did not know the Stark child, and he thought it was a crime that they continued to let the boy live. He was dead already, but yet his family could not see the truth in it. When his uncle Jaime told him of the accident he could not have been more unmoved. He did not doubt Johanna had felt more for the incident and when he found he would share a moment with her. He would comfort his sister, as much as he hated doing so. He found Johanna weak, and he knew he was to blame, he sheltered her. He had helped his mother keep Johanna sheltered from the reality of the world, he had watched his mother lie straight to his sister's face but he allowed it. He liked her just the way she was.

He went in search of Johanna upon his return, but when he entered her chamber it was empty. He asked a servant where she was and even then no one knew. His anger grew inside of him, and he sat in her chamber waiting for her. He had spent the whole day with her betrothed, and he wanted nothing more than to let his arrow or sword cut into the man's flesh. He had seen the way Lord Robb had looked at his sister, he had seen the way the ward had looked at his sister and it drove Joffrey into a mad rage. She was his, and he did not enjoy someone else looking at her with lustful eyes. He hated the thought of that wolf blooded animal putting his hands on her.

Joffrey made his way to the window in his sister's chambers just in time to see her ride into the courtyard. She was sitting upon a horse with the bastard son of Lord Stark, and the fire inside Joffrey began to burn hotter. He could not let his sister trot around the walls of Winterfell like some common wolf whore. He watched as the bastard looked upon his sister, a small smile upon the boys face. His sister did not wear her own smile, but he could see she was contemplating something in her own mind.

"Where the bloody hell were you?" The second his sister entered the room he pushed her against the solid stone wall.

"Joff, my love, calm down please." He heard the wince in his sister's voice.

He hurt her, he could tell as he held her against the wall. All he saw was red, and he did not have control over his own body any longer.

"Not until you tell me where you were, and why that bastard was riding you upon his horse."

His face was inches from hers, their green eyes clashing. She held such tenderness in her gaze, even as he shoved her harder into the wall, while his own green eyes were filled with wild fire.

"I was on a walk through the woods, I am sorry brother." Johanna's voice as docile as ever.

"Why? Who were you with?" His grip did not lessen on her shoulders, no doubt recreating a bruise that had begun to fade.

"Lord Robb, Theon Greyjoy and Jon Snow. Lord Robb had asked me to..."

But she did not need to finish, Joffrey did not care what the wolf had sought from his sister. It could have been innocent but in his mind nothing was innocent.

"And you allowed yourself to be alone with them? What were you thinking, Johanna? I am sure they think you simple minded and easy."

Johanna blushed and Joffrey wondered why.

"I am sorry, my love, please let us not argue."

Joffrey was not arguing, they never argued. Johanna would disobey Joffrey and it would lead to his temper exploding. Some would call him mad for the way he felt toward Johanna, but it as not madness it was love. He loved her, he loved her fiercely. He loved her beyond reason and sense. He wished he was King, he wished he could save her from her damned marriage and keep her locked away with him forever.

"You have no sense sometimes, my dear. I am sorry I hollered."

Joffrey loosened his grip upon her shoulders but he kept her pressed to the wall with his body. He never got enough of her. He let his hands travel down her arms while he leaned in to place a kiss upon her pink lips. It took only a second for her to return the kiss, a small fire shared between them. Joffrey was aware of how he left his sister wanting him that morning, and he felt it was time he gave her what she truly longed for.

He took no time at all with stripping her clothing away, leaving her naked before him. She did not make a single protest as he laid her naked upon the bed, his eyes staring lustfully at her. Joffrey let his hands fall on her breasts for a moment, enjoying the small sounds she made as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He enjoyed the sight of her mouth falling open in the pleasure he was giving her. He removed his hands from her body long enough to rid himself of his own clothing. He hovered over his sister completely naked, as he leaned down to kiss her once more. He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, kissing her with frenzy. He was finally going to give her what she had begged for.

As he deepened the passionate kiss Joffrey slid his hands down to her cunt, slowly letting his fingers slide over the wetness that had formed between her thighs. He smiled into the kiss before slowly slipping a finger inside of his sister, just enough for her to feel the presence of him.

"Joff, wait." She tried to protest but he kissed her to keep her silent.

He took his finger from her wetness, and looked deep into his sister's mirrored eyes. He gently gripped her hips in his hands, preparing them both for what was to come.

"This may hurt, my sweet."

Joffrey readied himself, but before he could make the push into her center Johanna pushed against his chest. He was not expecting resistance, and her push came at a surprise causing Joffrey to move off of her.

"What are you thinking? You want this Johanna, and so do I." The fire was returning.

"We can't Joffrey, you know that." Johanna sat up in bed pulling the furs over her naked body, hiding it from his lustful eyes. " I was foolish to think we could, but you know we can not."

"Why can't we sweet sister? Are dim enough to think that man has remained pure waiting for you? Why should we have to keep our love from becoming whole just for him?"

Joffrey wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside of her. He had dreamt of it, he had longed for it and the moment he finally willing to give in to her, she pushes him away. Who does she think she is?

"I do not hold a fools notion that he is pure, but I will never know. If I am not a maiden when we marry, he could very easily call the whole thing off. Father would have me beaten if he knew."

Joffrey held no fear for his father, but he did long for the man's approval. Even so he did not care what the king thought of Johanna not being pure. He wanted her, and that should have been the only thing to matter.

"I would never let father touch you, no one will ever harm you. I know you want this."

He placed a gentle hand upon his sister's cheek, trying to make her understand. Joffrey wanted her. He was angry that someone else would have the woman he loved when he himself could not.

"I am sorry, Joff, I am really sorry." He saw tears fill his sister's eyes.

Joff hated when Johanna cried, it annoyed him to no end. Whining women were something that Joffrey had little patience for, but he tried his best for Johanna. She was the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms he even gave an effort for. His own future wife was nothing more than a means to an end, he knew that. Sansa Stark was a dim witted, sweet and docile girl. She would never fill the empty spot left by his own sister, and when he became King she would not longer have to. Joffrey had a plan to get his sister back when he was King, he did not care if he had to rip her from the arms of her husband. He would have her back.

"It is alright, my sweet." He kissed her upon the head. "Let us rest, it will be a long few days ahead for you."

Johanna did not speak and Joffrey watched her turn away from him to lay facing the window. The moon light spilled into the room and in the dark he wondered if she still longed for him. That morning she had been practically begging him with her eyes, and now she turned her back to him. He wondered what could have happened in the woods that kept her so distant from him.

Joffrey laid down beside her, and pulled her body tight against his own.

"You are mine, my love."

"I am." Was the only response he received but he could hear the sincerity in her tone, and for the night he could hold on to the fact that she was his. He would never let her belong to another, not for long.

Jaime Lannister

He had one day until his sweet daughter married the eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark. It was no lie that the Lannisters and the Starks had shared a torrid history. Jaime was sure if it was known that Johanna was his daughter that the marriage would have never been arranged. He also knew if it was made known that any of Cersei's children were of his seed then they would all have their heads decorating the gates of Kings Landing. He loved his children, he looked after his children, but he could not claim them as his own.

Johanna and Myrcella had a special place in Jaime's heart, they looked so much of their mother. Johanna could have been Cersei's twin as a child, so much alike, and so much like his own mother. Johanna was soft spoken, gentle and sheltered. He had never agreed with his sister's idea to keep her sheltered from the true horrors of the world but he never spoke upon it. Johanna would learn the truth of the world soon enough, in the harsh North there was no one to shelter her.

"How did I know I would find you here, little lioness?"

Jaime had been in search of Johanna all morning. He had received news from the King, and he knew he would have to inform the young woman. He knew it would not be something that would please her.

"Because I pray too much for my own good."

She knelt in the Sept, quoting the words his brother had once told her. It was true, Johanna prayed too much. She placed too much in the faith of Gods, while Jaime believed in them very little.

"I have news for you, lioness, come here."

Jaime sat upon a chair waiting for her to sit beside him. She knelt a moment longer, he did not doubt to finish her prayer. He wondered often what she prayed for, and he knew she would never speak upon the matter. She believed telling her prayers aloud would taint them, and she never wished for a thing. As she stood to face him Jaime had lost himself for a moment, she looked so much of his lover. Her hair fell the way her mother's did, her eyes held the same sense of worry. Her beauty was that of Cersei's youth, the years he had found himself falling for his twin.

"What is the news uncle? Nothing too foul I hope." She sat like a proper lady, and kept her proper tone as well.

"I am sorry to inform you that your father will not be giving you away at the wedding on the morrow."

Jaime searched her face for some kind of feeling but her lips remained pressed together. Johanna was like her mother, calm and collected in the graces of public. He placed a hand upon hers, trying to tell her she could let her walls down for him.

"It is alright, father must have his reasons Uncle."

"If you would have me, I will do the honor."

A small smile reached his daughter's lips and Jaime smiled as well. He found Johanna's smile a thing of beauty as was most of her. He worried on the days she did not smile.

"If it pleases you, Uncle, if not I am sure Joffrey would be happy to."

Jaime loved his son, but he would be naive to think he was innocent. Jaime had seen the way his children looked at each other, and he knew what Joffrey's intention were with his sister. He was not aware of if any actions had been taken between them, but Cersei had warned him of their sharing of a bed. He did not want such a life for his children. Loving a sibling was tainted, it was messy and it would only lead the pair into heartbreak. Johanna was to marry, and Joffrey had his own promised wife to look after.

"It would please me, my dear."

He ah seen the jealous looks his son had given the Stark boy, and he did not doubt if Joffrey escorted Johanna it would lead to nothing but trouble. He did not want his daughter trapped in the frozen wasteland, but if she must be he wished it to be happy. He did not wish for her to suffer in the north.

"Uncle, may I ask something of you?"

Jaime saw the way his daughter shuffled, watched the way she looked at him. Something was clouding her innocent mind.

"Whatever pleases you, little lioness."

"Uncle, did you something when you were at the broken tower yesterday? I know that is where Bran had fallen and I was wondering if..you saw something?"

She was not accusing him, but in the softness of her tone he wished to confess to her. He pushed the boy, but it was to keep the secret of his love. He knew that if Robert had learned of the love he and Cersei shared it would ruin their lives. Johanna and his other children would all be put in danger, he could not allow such a thing.

"I am sorry, child, I had left before the boy began to climb. I wish I had been there, I could have helped the boy."

Everyone was aware of Johanna's soft spot for children, it had been her weakness from the time Tommen grew sick. He knew there was nothing wrong with it, but he knew she could never face the truth of the situation. Johanna was too fragile, too kind for her own good and that was at the doing of her mother. Jaime feared for what would happen to Johanna alone.

"I thought as much, I am just worried for him."

He took her small hand in his own, offering her kind smile. They sat like that for a moment, and he wished to pull her into a tight embrace but he did not. He did not wish to leave her in Winterfell alone, and he even thought of staying until she had settled. The King refused his offer, and he knew better than to argue any longer with the fat man. He stood from his seat and placed a kiss upon her golden hair before leaving her alone to her prayers.

Jaime said his own prayer before he left, a prayer for the safety of his daughter.