Sansa Stark, Kings landing
She was praying, when her prince ordered another audience in the throne room. This time she had gone to the Grove of the Gods to pray for her high father, who, like all Starks, paid homage to the old gods of the forest. Although the Godswood at Kings landing did not have a Werewood tree, it was closer to the gods of the north than a sept. An audience had already taken place a few days ago, in which the lords were called upon to swear allegiance to their prince. Afterwards, she had gone before the prince and begged him for mercy for her father.
"He said I wasn't the king," said her prince. "Why did he say that?" She didn't really know herself, but her father was an honorable man, King Robert's friend, she could only explain this foolishness by the fact that her father had no clear mind at the time, after all, Grandmaester Pycelle gave him poppy juice after his fall. And when she had explained it to them, her prince had been the only one to listen to her. He has a good heart, he will become a great king. He had promised to show her mercy as long as her father bent the knee and recognized him as the only true ruler.
"He will." She replied, despite her fear, she had remained calm. Now she was afraid again. When she entered the huge hall that was the throne room, her breath caught in her throat. All the other lords and ladies were huddled together at the sides of the room and seemed to be waiting for her. Slowly she walked down the stairs, everyone's eyes on her, just as she was about to take her usual place, she heard the Queen's voice, melodic and beautiful, but there was something dangerous about it that frightened her. "Sansa, come here little dove." So she ran back again, the throne towering in front of her with her prince on it. She smiled at him, but only received a cold glare in return.
She turned back to the queen, who was sitting at the foot of the throne. "Yes, Your Grace?" she tried to be as pious as possible, but her fear was clearly audible. "What have you done, do you know why you are here?" "I... I was praying, Your Grace. What happened?" Did father confess? Are Mother and Robb here? Are they bending the knee? The Queen continued, "You are truly innocent, you pleaded so beautifully for mercy, but they said your family must recognize Jofftey as the true king for that to happen." She sighed, "But now..." Sansa was confused, "I don't understand... What happened?" Cersei beckoned Pycell over, who then trotted heavily to her place in front of the throne, once there he pulled out a curled parchment and began to read. "Ehh... we, received word that your brother, the current Lord of Winterfell, has called to the banners in Moat Cailin... ehmm."
Then the prince also spoke up "Your brother is guilty of rebellion with this action." By now her prince's handsome face had lost all warmth for her, he looked down on her like a stranger. "And not only that, he took the liberty of threatening me." Sansa stood there like a child whose toy had been taken away. Has everyone lost their minds? Why don't they just swear allegiance to Joffrey and then return to the North with Father? Pycelle just nodded before pulling out another parchment, with the Starks' gray sigil on it. "In the letter forwarded to us by Lord Tywin, the rebel, Robb Stark, has openly declared to torture and kill any Lannister, as well as the soldiers of other houses who join House Lannister, in the most brutal manner. Sansa was on the verge of tears, "Please your Grace, he is only fifteen, and is nowhere near as wise as you are when it comes to ruling. I am sure he is only worried about his father, after you have judged Lord Eddart he will surely lay down his swords and swear allegiance."
"He will," said Joffrey. "Or he will not be granted the same mercy I give his father, and you should be grateful that I will not have him executed on the spot for what your family is doing." The prince stood up and declared this little meeting over, but for Sansa it was one of the most important moments of her life. She prayed every day, not only for her father, but also that her brother would not go to war. She came to the conclusion that she might have to make a decision. Her brother, her mother and Winterfell, or her prince, her father and one day rule as queen. She didn't want to decide, she hoped her brother would be smart enough to know that it was best to ride to King's Landing and swear allegiance, and if not, he made a mistake and was captured, then Sansa could convince the Prince to pardon everyone and send them back to Winterfell, while she would stay here and marry Joffrey. Please let it be so, please…