Joffrey

Since Joffrey became king, his perspective on ruling has changed. He used to think that there was nothing better in the world than giving orders to people and being able to do whatever you wanted. Unfortunately, this turned out to be wrong. Despite his young age, he experienced a lot. His father never accepted him and created a wall of indifference between them and was unable to build a relationship with him. From childhood, the boy learned to distance himself from others and not worry too much about them. His mother always told him that if he was weak, he would die quickly, and what's worse, people would despise him. For as long as he could remember, he had only one goal: to be the best and destroy anyone who dared to question his greatness. From his earliest years, he was very possessive and focused on himself, only on his interests. He wasn't interested in sharing or sharing anyone's feelings. That was for the weak and brought ruin. Cersei taught him a lot about how to behave, but that wasn't the only thing that shaped him. No one ever treated him gently or with special understanding, everyone only had expectations, and the lack of love from his father determined the direction in which his personality developed. Joffrey thought that people who sympathize or cling to others, their supervision, or desires are idiots. He thought that real life was a game where you manipulated these desires to gain something. These "actors" who are strong enough, fight with each other for privileges and different kinds of goods and that's all. It was exciting in its way. Life is something like a hunt. Competition, hunting, and image creation. While he manipulated and had fun with that, the ultimate "he" didn't like to pretend to be someone he wasn't. This was good for women who had to act nice and ordinary to gain social approval. Joffrey believed that few women were worth much. He thought they were shallow and stupid, most of them were only interested in having a husband and beauty. Joffrey didn't like being nice to people. He felt no fun or pleasure in it. He preferred to just handle his affairs. Life would be too short, and if people want it so badly, they should take care of it themselves, and if they can't, that's their problem. Joffrey learned to use the sword from a young age, but it was not his main passion. He believed that's why skilled fools were born, a real brain learns politics, how to influence people, and how to manage them. He felt the greatest attraction to this. He also didn't care about the education he received from thought he was characterized primarily by being smarter than others and filtering information. He knows about things that others don't care. Teachers often complained to Cersei that Joffrey insulted them or was not particularly eager to learn what they wanted him to do. Joffrey did not like his teachers, although he did not consider all the knowledge they gave him to be useless. He filtered her. During his childhood, he developed a close relationship with his philosophy teacher Amadeus, who was a teacher from Bravoos. The man had an unpleasant and cynical personality, and he didn't particularly try to please Joffrey. He didn't complain about it either. They had long discussions on various topics, usually both of them had a much different opinion than the society. Amadeus always said that whatever the prince wanted to take from his lessons, he would take. They mostly enjoyed talking about dragons and the conquests of Westeros, even though they both hated the Targaryens. "Origin should not make a king." These words particularly irritated Joff, but years later he agreed with Amadeus. Sometimes he felt a little lack of a man. He spent some time with him and had a much better relationship than with his father, but when the teacher was dying he told him that he didn't miss anyone and that's why he died easily. It was a moment when Joffrey wanted to open up to his feelings and even cry because of the death of his "friend", but he felt how it broke the bond between them and crushed him. Then Joffrey thought that Amadeus was a worthless fool who just had some knowledge and it was a good thing he died. Sometimes he remembered him years later, but he was still angry. He appreciated him, but he knew he would be much better than him. The king's second passion was hunting. As a child, he traveled with his father, but his father always complained about Joffrey and criticized him for learning too slowly. Once he even called the boy a blonde cunt and compared him to his mother. When Joffrey came back from hunting at the age of 12, he cried into his pillow, but then Clegane stood over him and reminded him that he was a prince. He mobilized him and then they traveled together, where the atmosphere was usually much better. The Hound taught him how to use a crossbow and aim at small animals. The man was shy but had exceptional patience. Joffrey had fond memories of his classes with the Hound, especially when he noticed that they had a similar passion for killing. The Hound was not ashamed to admit to the young prince that he liked to kill, while Joff hid it, but it was visible. As the years passed, Joffrey began to lose hope in contact with his father and did to him in his mind what he did to anyone who had wronged him, he began to despise him, considering him an idiot and a drunk who is susceptible to women. He would never make that mistake. He didn't want to love anyone. The only person who showed Joffrey love was his mother, it was a slightly toxic kind of love because it was directed at his grandiosity, strengthening his sense of entitlement and arrogance, while at the same time making certain demands on him. Cersei told him that he was the best, but when something didn't go her way, she gave him an unpleasant glance. He loved her and hated her. He wanted to impress her and suppress her. He despised but also admired in a way. It was a really specific construction. However, a mother was not enough, he needed a male role model, but at some point, due to the lack of one, he began to consider himself the greatest authority, which was not healthy at that time.

Joffrey read biographies of great leaders, but only when they wrote about their deeds, fame, or admiration. He ignored all the pages talking about who they were before, what they were like when they were younger. He was absorbed in numerous fantasies about dragons waking up again and creating a strong army for him that would burn all his enemies. Anyone who despised or underestimated him. First, he said that he would be like Aegon the Conqueror, then that he was already better than him. He was sure that he would achieve great success and that poets would write endless stories and poems about him. He will be worshiped, he will be a god.

Robert, unfortunately, did not have such an opinion about his son, he was constantly complaining to Uncle Jaimie that he was not teaching him how to use the sword anymore, and Joffrey spent all his days having fun with Clegane or talking to his philosopher. He thought the kid was immature and not brave. Joffrey once overheard a conversation between his parents regarding his manhood. Robert spoke unfavorably of him. Joffrey decided to show his best side and during one of the royal dinners he told his father about his plan to rule Westeros, comparing himself to Aegon. His father replied sarcastically that he would be sitting on a throne of swords that he couldn't even hold. Soon after, Joffrey began to spend a lot of time learning sword fighting, but after a few months, he gave up because Amadeus showed him a very interesting philosophical treatise that mentioned a Dornish merchant who went from poor to rich thanks to his gift for deceiving others. Joffrey then changed his tactics. He decided to learn how to manipulate. He started by pretending to be nice to his siblings, which turned out to be very quick and simple, but not very exciting. He never cared about Myrcella and Tommen because he didn't consider them equals. When someone was not equal to him, Joffrey became bored with him. According to Joff, few people were equal to him. He was aware that there were people whose skills he could envy, e.g. Amadeus, the legendary merchant from Dorne, or Aegon the Conqueror, but these were only skills, he had much greater potential, according to himself.

Joffrey began to imitate Robert's style of thinking and speaking to curry favor and to be honored by the king publicly. He wanted the kingdom to notice that the king's son was not standing in the shadow. This tactic worked for a while, especially as they made more progress in hunting and sword fighting, but in fact their relationship was not very close. Joffrey no longer cared about playing the role of a poor boy who wanted to be worthy of his father's love. He just wanted to prove something to him. While the king went about his business, Joffrey disappeared into the shadows. He decided to take a closer look at the courtiers, trying to determine what they were planning and what their intentions were. His suspicions were aroused by Petyr Baelish, who reminded him of a Dornish merchant. He was a nobody, but he had managed to get rich and had a stable position on the council, and Joffrey's mother seemed to trust him. That was disturbing. 'First, you'll cut his wings,' thought Joffrey

For several years, his grandfather Tywin was absent in the capital, as he rarely visited it and lived in Casterly Rock. His mother often told Joffrey what a special person Tywin's grandfather was. Brave and admired. The boy respects his grandfather as much as his mother respects his father. As he noted, he didn't give respect to many people. He didn't want to admit it at first, but when Tywin showed up in King's Landing, Joffrey saw something amazing about him. Tywin reminded him of Aegon in a way, he was a very well-read overseer, but above all he was a good strategist and warrior, and family was the most important thing to him. He also had some interesting debates with his grandfather, but he seemed a bit less invested in the relationship. Joffrey didn't know if his grandfather despised him or he just didn't have time. He didn't stay there often. It's a pity, Joffrey still hoped that someone would appreciate and notice him. As for Uncle Jaimie, he had no contact with him and knew little about the man except that he was a regicide and that, for some unexplained reason, his mother was very fond of him. Some compared Joffrey's appearance to Jaimie's. Joffrey definitely didn't like it. He didn't want to be like anyone else. Joffrey had a completely different face to the world. In fact, he was a completely different person. He vented his aggression through brutality. This was his way of releasing bad emotions. It was a secret for years. Sometimes he would go into the forest and kill small animals there, either slowly inflicting pain on them or quickly to relieve stress or aggression. As he grew older, he felt that killing gave him another pleasure. He was getting hard and could fantasize all night long about killing and cutting up other animals, and soon images of naked, mutilated women begging for mercy emerged. Unfortunately, the animals couldn't make it.

Women were better than animals because they begged for mercy, but animals squealed better. Besides, women can scream too. "After all, women and animals are the same," Joffrey thought as he masturbated one night. At first, he finished quickly, but then he needed increasingly brutal stimulation to relieve the tension. He thought about naked women, beaten, humiliated, forced to have sex, hurt and crying, begging for mercy for hours and soon they were ready to give him their bodies and allow him to desecrate them. They were raped, ejaculated inside them, spilled seed, and were soon thrown out of the room. Among the animals he liked the most were mice, they had an innocent look on their faces, they were sweet, and when it was killed they squeaked sweetly. They screamed terribly. But it was music to his ears. He often prolonged the suffering of these animals so that he could enjoy their squeals. At night he used to catch mice in the king's pantry. Fortunately, no one noticed. And even if... well, he didn't care. On his 14th birthday, Joffrey received prostitutes as a gift from his uncle, at first he didn't know what to do with them, but then they taught him. They were somewhat surprised when, during their second meeting, the prince forced them to perform sadistic acts with particular cruelty. During one such act, they wanted to refuse but Joffrey threatened to slit their throats. Then they did everything he said. As a result, they all came out of his room bruised.

Whores were good objects for a pleasure, and they weren't ugly either. However, Joffrey wanted to have something, or rather someone, who was not touched by everyone. He wanted someone who will be touched only by him and will be an innocent little mouse who will scream for him when he hurt her. He wanted it very much, he was tired of using dirty and "common" women like whores. When Joffrey was 17, his father arranged his betrothal to the daughter of the Lord of the North Eddard Stark-Sansa. When Joffrey found out that he was to marry Stark, he felt disgusted. He associated the North with the wilderness and the worst people. At first, he imagined that she is a fat, boring girl whom he would have to fuck while closing his eyes. The truth turned out to be surprisingly different. Sansa turned out to be a very pretty woman, with beautiful red hair and angelic eyes. She was very pretty, but that was not what he liked most about her, he felt a delicate and very submissive nature in her, which he desired in a woman. She was also innocent, he was sure of that.. After all, she was only 15 years old. Joffrey looked at her smiling and played the gallant good knight, but he only dreamed of dragging her to the bed and treating her like a little mouse. Defile me, rape me, fill me with cum, and then leave me. He had fantasies about going one step further and killing her after having hurt her terribly. But he knew he couldn't do it. "She will suffer enough if I force her whenever I want," he thought. Meanwhile, Sansa looked at him with sweet eyes and believed that he was her dreamy prince and that he was painting this picture with her since she had wanted him so much.

However, when, after his father's death, it was revealed that Eddark Stark was plotting to deprive him of the throne, Joffrey hated Sansa. Previously, she was just a cool toy, basically meaningless to him. Now he felt a strong hatred and contempt for her and would rather see her thrown away as a toy for the mob. That's what he thought at first. But then he came up with a completely different plan. He was just going to have fun with her, do exactly what he dreamed of, but not wait until marriage. He wanted to use her as quickly as possible, he wanted to make Sansa feel like a nobody and be destroyed mentally and physically so that she would remember- the price she must pay for such a crime. However, he found out that he still had to marry an idiot, which seemed absurd to him when her father was convicted of high treason. However, Grandpa Tywin explained to him that it was about possible peace with the North and rights to it. Joffrey didn't want peace, he wanted to kill all the Starks and impale their heads to show that you can't mess with the king. Although many people criticized his decisions, Joff believed he had to do it to warn other potential traitors. If he hadn't killed Eddard, others would have come along, and he might have conspired with someone to overthrow the king years later, but even if he hadn't, the others would have had to be scared away. People must fear the king. Only then will they obey. Joffrey has heard rumors about himself that he is an illegitimate king, born of incest, and therefore Stannis now has a right to the throne. Honestly, it seemed ridiculous to him, he was sure that Stannis had wanted the throne for a long time and had invented all this just to have an excuse to attack. Let others think what would have happened if Eddard Stark had allied with his uncle. The greater threat would be the Northern Army and Stannis' Army heading towards King's Landing. He did the right thing, he had no other choice.

Joffrey had a spy in the castle. Eddard Stark's maid. The woman told him that Eddard still insisted that Stannis should be king and that he should be supported. The situation was obvious. The mother was wrong. If he sent Eddard to the wall, he would appear as a weak ruler. Ned Stark's plans were too bold. Only the beginning of his reign, and Joff already had such difficult decisions to make, he was proud of himself. After everything that happened, he despised Sansa so much that he didn't want to eat lunch or dinner with her. "How can a king marry a traitor's daughter?" he thought angrily. He still thought of Sansa as a plaything, but the small council's decision to keep the engagement disgusted him. Although, on the other hand, he would have Sansa with him and he could torment her until the end of his days so that every day of her life would be a repayment for treason. Still, he feared that their children might be as stupid as she was or that Sansa would turn them against him. "Anyone associated with treason should die." However, when he showed Sansa the heads on the walls, something changed in him. He felt a strange attachment to this girl. He remembered how he always lacked mice to play with, and he felt that this was the kind of bond he could create with her. He could be tied to her for the rest of his life. There are many daughters of rich lords who are beautiful and fit to be queens, but not everyone can be a mouse. Because he couldn't hurt everyone as much as he could her, and he liked that. He knew that he will kill the rest of his fiancée's family, take everything that belonged to them, and then make her have many children.

If it turns out that stupid children will take over Winterfell, then he cuts Sansa's head off and will find a wiser wife. There would be no hopeless situation. The whole vision seemed quite pleasant to him. "But she will be queen in name only, as dumb and as helpless she is," he thought sarcastically about his fiancée. During Sansa's stay in the capital as a hostage, Joff heard about her poor condition after her visit to the wall but he did not need to talk to her. He constantly went hunting and was too busy reading other books of Aegon's rule to worry about this stupid girl. 'If I were to save her from death, it would be only because I could condemn her to it one day'- he thought. During a speech in the throne room where he had announced the battle plans associated with Blackwater, Sansa looked at him strangely. It was a starving kitten abandoned by his master. At first, Joffrey was separated from her, which he successfully planned, but then he decided that he would directly tell her how she must atone for her sins. So he did.

'Let her see what surprise I have for her in my chambers.' Joffrey laughed when she said it was inappropriate.

That was a stupid excuse from a scared little idiot. Joffrey disliked scared people, but in her case it was exciting. She was like a little fly to her spider, it lurked for a long time and finally, you had to eat it. But slowly, piece by piece. Let her think that she will free herself when her case is already lost…to make the most interesting moment of the game. So you have to play as quickly as possible.

Two hours later.

Joffrey sat nervously in his private chamber. He had recently found out that Uncle Tyrion had called the small council meeting without him. He didn't like it. He felt that everything was getting out of control and that others wanted to have too much power. They had to be punished properly. He looked at the painting on the wall which shows a naked young woman with long blond hair sitting in a lush garden. She was eating an apple and staring at the flowers. She was incredibly beautiful, but something was disturbing about her. Joffrey thought about Sansa and wondered how his future wife looks naked, whether she had large breasts and a shapely ass, and whether he would like to devour her whole if she stripped naked. He was still expecting her. The time for her visit was approaching. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind the door. Ser Boros spoke to the king. "Lady Stark, Your Grace."

"Open the door!" Joffrey said loudly.

Even though he despised this girl with all his heart, he felt a kind of excitement that they could finally be alone and Joffrey could push the limits he dreamed of. No one will stand in his way. He had been waiting for this for a long time.

"Your Grace," Sansa bowed her head as she greeted Joffrey.

She wore a long gold dress and flower-shaped earrings. Her hair fell to her shoulders and her eyes shone with innocence. They resembled the blue Dornish sea. The king looked at her - she looked like a statue. A perfect statue that decorates his palace. Still and unchanging, the one who never cries. Joffrey knew that behind that polite lady's face lay the fear of a little girl. He wanted to expose her fear and make her a slave to this feeling. She was to be left to his commands and ask for his mercy. Preferably on her knees with her mouth open. This was what he wanted. Enslave both her body and her soul.

"Lady Sansa" Joffrey walked up to her.

He lifted Sansa's chin slightly. The girl was slightly scared and tried to back away, but the king noticed it.

"You're afraid of me, Sansa," he said, looking at her with a slightly mocking smile.

-You shouldn't, after all, I'm here to protect you. Sansa moved her eyelashes slightly and looked into his eyes, a bit surprised.

-Thank you, Your Grace. He felt that the girl had gratitude in her eyes. He didn't know why. He didn't promise her anything. He couldn't protect her from himself. She has found this out more than once. Before she noticed that, Joffrey grabbed her hand and said gently, looking into her eyes.

-You're so sweet - he kissed her passionately on the cheek.

-What did you eat today?- he continued.

-I had a good cake for breakfast, with lemons. It was very good, Sansa smiled at the king.

-And yet, you haven't wanted to eat for a long time. Please, sit down said and showed her the seat next to him at the table. The servants showed up immediately to serve them wine. "Pour some wine for my fiancée," Joffrey ordered. Sansa who wanted to stop Joffrey from giving her further instructions, immediately took a sip of the drink.

The girl ate a few pieces of cake, tried to enjoy her dinner and not to be stressed about the visit to the king's chambers. Joffrey, however, saw true fear in the red-haired bride's eyes. When he saw how scared she was sitting next to him, his erection started to be hard. Before his eyes, he had images of beating, abusing, and humiliating his little mouse. While he was thinking about that matter, Sansa gave him an anxious look. Finally, their eyes met, and Sansa immediately turned away in horror.

-You don't ask why I invited you here. Isn't it interesting for you?

-I'm interested, sir.'- Sansa said, still running away in thoughts. Joffrey stood there, took a few steps to the chair where his fiancée was sitting, and grabbed her cheek roughly. Sansa squealed.

"You have become a woman, my lady," he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Your Grace," Sansa smiled gently at him.

"Do you know what that means? " Joffrey lifted her chin again. He loved making another person feel uncomfortable and intimidated, especially if it was Sansa. He looked carefully into her eyes, fear mixed with confusion in them. Joff wanted to put his victim in the cage today, the erection was bothering him. He wondered if Sansa even knew what was caused by her behavior now.

-That means I can marry the king and bear children for him

Joffrey looked at her with indifference and desire and grabbed her wrist tightly.

-Sweet Sansa, is that what you want?

He took great satisfaction in leaving her with no choice in response. She was then at his mercy, she had no options. She had to be polite and nice. Sweet and devoted. Only him. It boosted his ego.

-Yes, Your Grace, I would like nothing else more. Sansa seemed devastated, she looked at the painting in the distance and then at Joffrey, she seemed to pray that someone would suddenly appear here and not allow Joffrey to do any brutal actions towards her. Her fear was like a wave that spread throughout the room. Her thoughts are like an echo calling for help. But no one heard this sound except Joffrey. The king said nothing. Instead, he started massaging her head with his fingertips in an unusually gentle way, he wanted Sansa to calm down and trust him. He led his hands through her hair and stroked her forehead. Sansa sighed softly. He was so close to her. "You will be my queen after everything that happened. after your father wanted to take my throne- to overthrow me," Joffrey said, his voice's tone surprisingly calm. Sansa stilled as Joffrey drank his wine. He offered his own mug. "Drink Sansa, now," he handed her the wine. She didn't understand why he was giving her a drink when she was drinking from her glass. Suddenly he asked her an unexpected question: - If I spit into it, would you drink it too, or are you still the daughter of a fucking traitor? – Joffrey looked her straight in the eyes. -I... I'll do whatever you say, but I'm not a traitor. I swear. – Sansa began to walk away from the table in fear. "Did someone let you to escape?" Joffrey grabbed her hand tightly, causing the fabric of Sansa's dress to tear. Then he pulled her tightly to him. "Please… no," Sansa said, obviously aware of what her king might do. "And I command you to do it, otherwise you will be punished, it will be very brutal." Joffrey grabbed her hair as they stood next to the bed. -What should I do? – Sansa asked scared. -On your knees!- Joffrey got a strong erection as he heard Sansa squealing in protest, "Your Grace, this is indecent." When the Queen finds out about this... - Her voice was cut off by a sharp slap to the cheek. "Shut up," he shouted, his eyes widened in madness. "Your Grace, please…" Sansa began to sob, tears welling up in her eyes and then she looked like an innocent virgin. Scared. Another hit, this time much stronger. She cried loudly, but she had no choice.

He looked at her. For a small price, you can control who is in charge and who owns it. Sansa couldn't disobey but cry, tears flowing down her cheeks like a long river. He told her what he wanted from her anyway. He touched his erection through his pants and told her, "Touch it, do it now," he shouted. Sansa sobbed quietly and, deciding that she had no other choice, she began to touch him. Joffrey hissed devilishly. "You'll soon swallow it all, now take it into your mouth. Do it, bitch." - he shouted. Terrified Sansa took a few steps back, but Joffrey responded by punching her in the face.

Joffrey struck several times until her skin turned red. After the strick, a trickle of blood ran down her face. It was quickly mixed with tears. Joffrey felt his cock getting harder. -Shall I hit you again or will you do what I ask? – he asked sarcastically. Joffrey unbuttoned his pants and Sansa's eyes closed at the sight of the king's manhood. It was neither too big nor too small. He seemed quite thick though, but Sansa had no comparison. "Take it in your mouth," he said quickly. Sansa didn't know how to do this correctly. She moved her head lazily, but she didn't know what would happen next. Joffrey impatiently grabbed her head and pushed it onto his cock. Sansa began to choke. She was too afraid to take in his hardness in its entirety. She has never done this before and she found it very disgusting and sinful. However, Joffrey was not surprised because the girl was a novice. He wanted to use her only for pleasure. He held her face to his cock as she gagged slightly and begged for breath and release, choking heavily. Joffrey gave her a few thrusts before releasing her. Sansa choked on the leak and the quick intake of air. However, the king did not intend to wait long. -Lick it. From up to down. Faster bitch-he said. He laughed when poor Sansa slowly began to take his manhood into her mouth and lick the tip. She did it slowly but very carefully. She then began to lick his length before taking the tip back into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Joffrey groaned. He had wanted this for a long time. He always wanted to fuck Sansa in the mouth and then finish with his cum inside her, treat her like a whore. That's all that he had to do. She was a little whore and the fact that she was his fiancée didn't change that. Joffrey was laughing mercilessly and Sansa was torturing herself with all her might. She was choking badly, unable to get any air when Joff was using her throat. There were dark red spots on her face - she showed signs of being beaten. -Faster, little bitch- Joffrey grabbed her tightly by the hair and got his entire cock into her. Sansa choked and released it from her mouth. She wanted to run away, but Joffrey punched her in the face again. He didn't think his orgasm would come so quickly. Often when he did this with whores, he had to work for a long time to reach orgasm. During using Sansa that was easy. He felt Sansa struggle and feel humiliated and then ashamed completely. He looked proudly with a smile at her blushing and beaten face. Finally, he didn't have to order the king's guard to punish Sansa. He could do it himself, it was a more enjoyable thing.

Joffrey loved to humiliate and watch his victims suffer. He loved Sansa's eyes as he passed sentence on her father, as she knelt before the throne to ask for mercy for him, and as she looked at the cut-off heads. It was perfect. Sansa was just the toy, the item who suffered because Joffrey wanted her to, but she was also a woman. He could have her brothers tortured or cut off their heads. It was different with Sansa. She had something that could please him. Her throat and her virginity. He could keep her as a sex toy for the rest of his life even if she was his queen. He could use her as much as he wanted and cause her suffering much greater than beheading.

"This female dog will suffer for all of them," he thought. The images from his past of humiliating her and Sansa's mouth on his cock had him close to the end. He took her head firmly and gave her several hard thrusts. Sansa was breathing heavily and was still crying. Despite everything, at the last moment, he felt that he could not cum yet. He grabbed her hair even tighter. Sansa choked and choked, Joffrey thrust aggressively, hoping to finally reach orgasm. Sansa started to struggle against him again, then he grabbed her hair roughly and unexpectedly finished in her mouth. He moaned loudly. Terrified Sansa felt something in her mouth. She quickly took the air that she had been missing for the past few minutes. Joffrey looked with satisfaction at the girl's face and mouth, from which thick white liquid was pouring out. Sansa fell limply to the floor. Cum was pouring down her clothes. "You idiot, look what you've done. Swallow and lick up all that's left, or everyone will know you're just a whore".

Sansa obediently complied, swallowed the remnants of cum in her mouth, and licked it off her cheek.

Joffrey was secretly staring at Sansa. She looked like a prostitute having fun with several men. She was still lying exhausted on the floor. He didn't pretend to be the king, he just proved himself in the commanding. She was very embarrassed. Her hair was wet in some places from crying. She was no longer looking like a Lady but like a cheap prostitute. However, the king temporarily decided to change the rules of the game.

-You were fantastic, Sansa. But no one can talk about this - the king walked over to Sansa and helped her to stand up. Sansa stiffened when he touched her hand, but there was no choice. She looked very devastated. King gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

-You need to wash yourself quickly and remove these clothes quickly, so no one can see them.

Burn them and don't let the maids know about it.

Sansa blushed slightly and was filled with embarrassment. Joffrey laughed.

-Lady, remember what awaits you if you ever tell someone. I'll say you're...- Joffrey bit her lips. Sansa whispered.

-I swear, my king, I won't tell anyone. I'm not a traitor, I promise- she said quietly and wiped her tears with her hand. Joffrey came closer to her, grabbed her around the waist, squeezed her neck tightly, and whispered in her ear.

- This will be our secret, you are a strong young woman, and I don't want to kill you for lying. - He looked deep into her eyes. There was an emptiness there, it seemed like the bird wanted to escape but had no choice.

-I won't do anything wrong, I promise.- she was obedient.

Joffrey hugged her tightly and stroked her hair. Suddenly he noticed that the girl had traces of his seed on her skin. He quickly let go of her, went to the small table, and gave her a small tissue. "Wash yourself quickly and I don't want to see you cry, little dove," he told her with a touching tone.

Sansa nodded obediently. Joffrey grabbed her wrist much tighter. Still, there was no rebellion in her eyes. Suddenly the door opened and his guards came for her. Sansa looked at Joffrey kindly, trying to act grateful, playing the real lady despite the humiliation. She was finally going to be his queen. From a distance, the girl was simply beautiful. She was very slim and tall. "The perfect lady" - he described her briefly in his mind "A beautiful princess, a future queen, used and spit upon." After all, she was his property and he could choose what he wanted to do to her. The fact that she was used by him didn't really matter. She had to behave with dignity or he would execute her for treason. She was also a hostage and her family will be executed. Joffrey remembered that he would kill Stannis soon. His uncle who dared to had declared him a bastard and wanted to claim the iron throne. If he kills him, this will ultimately deprive Sansa of her last hope of being free from him. He would like to have the North and become the greatest conqueror in history. He was sure he would be when he gave Sansa a child who would become the heir of Winterfell. Everything is destined for him and he'll take it. It's good that the gods want it and planned it. This involved appropriate preparation. He sat in an armchair, drinking the remains of wine, when suddenly he heard the voices of the guards:

"Your Grace, Queen Cersei is waiting for a visit." Joffrey felt confused. If his mother finds out what he did a few minutes ago, it could mean something bad. Whatever she said, Joffrey wasn't going to admit the truth. It was a sweet secret. Good thing he finished in Sansa's mouth instead of taking her virginity. However, he thought that he would do it before the wedding anyway because what was forbidden excited him even more. There is no need to follow the Royal rules.

When his mother was let in, Joffey was speechless because of her appearance. Despite her age, she was a very pretty woman. Beautifully braided long golden hair, large green eyes, and a very feminine, shapely figure -that was Cersei, the goddess of the Seven Kingdoms. Joffrey was always grateful to his mother for inheriting her beauty. Her genome was perfect which created a handsome man. His father was fat and did not have a very attractive appearance.

"Joffrey, you had a guest," his mother commented.

"-Yes, but „he" had just left," Joffrey said as his mother approached him.

"- If we didn't have that red-haired girl, your Uncle Jaimie would be dead by now. We're lucky to have her as our guest. Joffrey was irritated by the mention of Uncle Jaimie. He had never been interested in his fate and never tried to get to know him well. But Jaimie Lannister had the advantage of being loyal. He was a sure man for the Lannister family.

"-How was the fight with the Starks?" - he asked with disgust in his voice.

"-Robb went to war with the crown, and Grandpa's army is fighting against him."

"-It has to be done quickly, there are more important, valuable things"

"-It's not that simple," Cersei sneered.

"I mean something other than sword fights," Joffrey said mysteriously.

"-Interesting," Cersei said curiously.

"-Leave me alone," Joff said boldly.

"- Your grandfather is fighting bravely and soon Stannis will be here. We have plenty of enemies,"- Cersei ran her hands through her hair.

"-Oh, maybe because we have so many of them, you secretly decided to call small council meetings. Without me." "You're mocking me," he looked at her angrily.

"Joff, this is the only possible solution," his mother touched him on the shoulder.

"-You have no experience, honey. The situation is very serious." Joffrey quickly escaped from her embrace.

"-I am not your little Joff. I am the king. I have set the spies in the castle who have informed me about everything, and you are a traitor. You prefer to rule by treating me like a pawn. I won't tolerate things like this," he shouted.

Cersei took a few steps back, surprised by Joffrey's behavior. He was growing up and was tired of being taken care of. On the one hand, she was furious, but on the other, she was proud of her son.

"-Joffrey, my love. You still have a lot to learn. No one can take away your courage or bravery, but experience changes everything. You have to gain it." Joffrey's expression softened slightly.

"-Yes, I know, Mother, but now we have a war and I want to act. I have many advisors and I will do everything that I can. I heard about the wildfire," he said proudly.

"The Maesters are preparing it, that's true," Cersei added. "But we're not sure whether it'll defeat Stannis."

Joffrey looked her straight in the eyes. "-I'm sure it won't be enough. We need more armies to drive him out of the capital. -"There is no way to get it, your grandfather is fighting Robb. He can't end it now."

"-It's very likely that Stannis will defeat us," Cersei said sadly.

"Stannis must lose. He is a man without ideas and vision, he is not fit to be a ruler," Joffrey said irritated

"-What do you know about ideas?" – the queen whispered worriedly.

"We have to find a way to get him out of here, and he has to die," Joffrey added confidently, then poured the rest of the wine into his glass. Cersei was very pleased with Joffrey's involvement in the cause, but she highly doubted whether they would be able to find additional allies for the battle.

"-I need to talk to people who know something more about this matter so don't obstruct my access to the Small Council. I want to know, or rather I will find out everything"-.

Joffrey was about to proudly leave the chamber, but Cersei stopped him with a question.

"What was she doing here?" Cersei glanced at the table, Sansa's wine was half-finished.

"Who are you talking about?" Joffrey asked, pretending not to know.

"-About Sansa. You invited her here," Cersei reminded him.

" -Nothing, that's the best answer. I'm going to talk to Tyrion, I want to know if he also wanted to outsmart me like you did, Mom," Joff added with disgust.

"Joffrey, wait," his mother touched his shoulder.

"If you're going to do something illegal, no one can find out about it.

"-What are you talking about?" – Joffrey asked furiously.

"-About Sansa. You can't hurt her.

"-She will be your queen soon," Cersei said gently.

"You're wrong," Joffrey said sarcastically.

"I'll do whatever I want to do to her, now get out of my way," he said hastily.

Then the guards closed the door to the king's chamber, Cersei followed him a few steps, but Joff had no intention of turning back. He determinedly went to meet his Uncle Tyrion, while Cersei began to fear that she had no longer control over her firstborn son. She decided that she had to do something about it.