I thought I'd thoroughly portray Joffrey's fucked up nature and his obsession with Sansa. Sorry it's so disgusting at times, but that's what King Joff is like. I hope you will like it. As you notice, this is not a sweet romance. Honestly, I don't know if it's even a romance. I won't copy too much of the plot from the show because I don't like that in fanfiction. Let me know what do you think.

Joffrey

After everything that had happened, Joffrey threaded his long fingers into Sansa's thick auburn hair. He felt on his hands how the wet drops of tears wet the girl's curls. He looked at Sansa's face out of the corner of his eye. She was still red and tearful, breathing heavily, and had small bite marks and bruises on her neck. He felt how much he had intimidated the girl and how afraid she was that Joffrey would ask her more questions. Even though he pretended to be angry with her, he honestly didn't feel any emotion. Even though he had a lot of aggression and anger in him, he dragged Sansa to bed out of pure planning. He knew that blaming her and showing her how ungrateful she was would be the best way to make her feel guilty for everything that had happened. In fact, from the beginning he saw her as a naive person who he could easily wrap around his little finger. It all started in Winterfell. He had heard how fascinated Sansa was with stories about the good and kind knights who defended their ladies. How she wanted to become his queen and bear his children. "She was a little selfish idiot," he thought mockingly, touching her crying face with his thumb. Sansa squealed and pulled away slightly, and Joffrey stroked her gently.

"An abused animal must know mercy," he thought, touching his fiancée.

In fact, at first he felt a slight of good feeling for Sansa Stark. She seemed like a nice and pretty lady even though he despised her as a potential toy. He knew then that he would have to train her, but he still thought about their trips to the garden together, about how they sat together in the Court as royal couple. About having your own beautiful queen who will be an ideal ruler and wife in the eyes of the world. Even though he never intended to treat his wife with special respect, he felt that he might have had a glimmer of liking for her. She might have been his adorable kitty back then, or at least that's what he thought. When they were at Winterfell together for a walk, Joffrey tried to look his best in front of his lady, he wanted Sansa to be infatuated with him and slowly enter the mode of addiction to him. His kisses, gifts and honors. She could have it all and be above whores. Back then, she was just a pet, posing no threat. A little kitten that will meow charmingly whenever he wishes. At Witerfell, he felt just like that about her. In his opinion, positive feelings. After her father's betrayal everything changed, Joffrey became furious every time he saw the redhead and his only goal was to break her and humiliate her to a point where she would never rise again. Breaking her honor, personality, dreams. He never believed in someone's good intentions without a reason, his mother always told him that people are faithful when they benefit from it.

He didn't believe Sansa would ever be faithful without learning a lesson. She will never become his wife without special preparation. He had to break her, destroy her like a disobedient dog, so that she would stop barking forever and begin to serve her master faithfully. He knew there was still a long way to achieve that. He looked at Sansa curiously and began examining her body. Even though his lust had subsided after what he had done with her, he still felt a wave of heat when he thought about her virginity being taken away and the screams that accompanied it.

-Turn around!- he ordered.

Sansa turned her head to him, and he gently cupped her chin. He still saw two women in her: the polite and good Sansa, whom he met in the north and who wanted to become the lady of his heart. Smiling and polite, he still remembered the excitement in her eyes when Joffrey was introduced to her. The other Sansa was a dirty and contemptible whore who had told him on the walls that her brother would behead him and who had dared to defy him so many times. He saw the blood and cuts on her body from the judgment in the throne room, he saw the same Sansa who had told him during her visit on the walls that she hated him. That ungrateful and hateful look on her face, that woman who had the intrepidity to act like that. Sansa was silent, she looked up from under her tear-swollen eyelids, which were turning slightly red. She looked at Joffrey expectantly, trying to figure him out. They lay together in his bed, naked, staring at each other with distrust. Sansa was embarrassed. She covered herself with the blanket, but her bare breasts and slim arms were visible. Her face turned red as Joffrey looked at her. The girl was very afraid of him and couldn't hide it. Joffrey, however, thought that what had recently happened between them would somehow help him develop in Sansa exactly what he wanted and make her completely devoted to him. He thought that Sansa was bothered about all this because she was weak and too emotional, but at the same time, he felt satisfaction about it. The truth is that he had no intention of pleasing her in bed, even though he knew it would be useful and make her more attached to him. Nothing could give him as much pleasure as her screams.

He looked at her and she gave him a shy look and asked, slightly terrified.

-Your Grace, has something happened?

-Nothing,-Joffrey replied dryly.

He turned his back on her, walked to the table, and drank his wine. He didn't like this drink. It was his mother's wine. He knew she has been drinking too much for a long time. But he couldn't control her, nor did he want to.

-Your Grace, may I help?- Sansa asked politely.

-Be quiet, damn girl, if I wanted to talk to you, I would,-he said dryly and didn't look at her again.

-You can return to your chambers ... but it's better to stay,- he said in a measured tone. Suddenly, he realized that he has been cleverly hiding something from himself all the time, he had hoped until recently that it would disappear or that he had simply imagined it. He has felt a kind of attachment to this girl. He didn't understand what it was really about, whether it was the bond between him and his favorite toy or maybe they are just connected by the "debt" that she is paying off. Could he see someone more in her? One thing was certain, he didn't want that. He didn't like that. He didn't want to feel anything for her. She was a traitor's daughter and a nasty, stupid girl whom he only wanted to punish. Even if it is an object, he should take it and put it back without hesitation, without feeling resentment when he leaves or lack of the girl when she is gone. He turned and looked at her. He was angry as if she was to blame for everything. He remembered his mother telling him that women are emotionally manipulative for their own gain, trying to keep men attached to them. He didn't want to feel even a hint of attachment. Sansa looked at him worriedly and spoke softly.

-Joffrey, please tell me what happened.

-Be quiet, I don't want to talk to you now! - he shouted, approaching her with a sudden movement. Frightened Sansa put her head in her hand and pulled the covers even tighter. Joffrey walked to the wardrobe and put on the bedspread as he walked up to the terrace. He was standing there silently for several minutes, completely still, as if he wanted to punish her in some way.

Sansa

After everything that Joff had done to her, she shouldn't feel hurt anymore, but this time was different. She still felt pain between her legs and felt like a used object that someone had simply thrown away. She felt as if Joffrey was a tick, spider or other parasite that would never come off her. She felt his secretion flowing from every cell of her body like venom. However, she remembered what she once heard from her mother, that no matter what someone takes from you, no one can take away your honor and pride. She was a Stark of Winterfell, a descendant of strong people, regardless of what others thought of her. Now, however, her family was far away, and her beloved turned out to be a monster that Sansa could not imagine even in her worst nightmares. Joffrey was unpredictable and that was the worst. Sansa had already tried to "fight" him once and it ended in vain. Joffrey was abusive towards her and he needed no excuse for it. She was a defenseless and lonely hostage, surrounded by lions on all sides. Joffrey was the largest of them and wanted to feed on her carcass. Sansa looked around the room and noticed that it was very late and everyone in the castle was probably asleep. She definitely preferred to stay here and be released at dawn, because it would not disturb the silence of the night and no one would know about her presence here. If there were rumors that she had lost her virginity, she would be finished. The King would banish her from the Kingdom and she would never be able to marry anyone again. She would be covered with eternal disgrace.

She listened with horror to the sound of Joffrey's feet as he approached the bed. His slow and reluctant step was terrifying and only prolonged the tension. Sansa tried to make a plan of action in her head and thought that despite everything, she would still play a faithful and loving idiot who simply couldn't cope with his brutality sometimes. Joffrey sat on the bed and stripped naked. Sansa looked at his young body that had caused her so much pain not long ago. The sight of Joffrey naked and the memory of his touch still made her feel warm, making her want to punish and beat herself. Joffrey wrapped his hands around her breast and squeezed it lightly.

-You're much prettier naked than in a dress - he lightly moved his hand to her buttocks and then lightly hit them.

-Thank you, Your Grace,-she replied embarrassed.

-I want you to look beautiful at court. You will get gifts from me - Joffrey looked at the door.

-You can leave now.- Sansa looked at the entrance to the chamber in shock, she didn't expect Joffrey to change his mind so quickly.

She was sure that they would spend this night together, even though she didn't want it so much.

-Thank you, Your Grace- she replied briefly.

-I want to see you in a beautiful dress at the next dinner, Sansa- he ordered.

"I don't want your gifts if you will treat me like this," she thought and looked at him with a gentle smile, pretending to be happy.

Joffrey lightly grabbed her hand as she climbed out of bed, completely naked.

-Your brother Robb is trying to defeat my armies- Joffrey said.

-Despite this, I still treat you like my lady and fiancée, I want you to know that.

-My brother is a traitor, Your Grace. I never supported his actions- Sansa said as if she had learned special words, barely holding back her tears.

-I want to test your loyalty,- Joffrey said mysteriously.

-I understand, but just I've said...-Joffrey put his fingers over her mouth.

-Get dressed and go out, it's too early for a night together, my lady -he said, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

Sansa felt that Joffrey knew perfectly well how his gaze affected her, and there was something else apart from his physicality. She didn't know what... She didn't want to know, it scared her.

-Yes, Your Grace- Sansa replied obediently. Joffrey left it without a word and went to sleep in his bed, ignoring his fiancée. Sansa wondered if Joffrey was punishing her and why. She was worried that he said he was going to test her. Sansa realized that Joffrey was much more twisted than she thought, and any attempt to understand his behavior might prove to be a failure. However, she did not want to give up and be eaten alive by this monster. Even though she sometimes wanted to die because he had already broken her in a thousand ways, she still believed that he would finally return to Winterfell.