Your eyes couldn't help but glance over to the eldest Stark daughter sat at yet another banquet in Kings Landing. Alike Sansa Stark you were a young woman who had sought the hand of King Joffrey when he was still a prince, but you had quickly learnt you were fortunate to not be betrothed to him. You daren't imagine what he would do with his wife but the way he treated people, especially women was a disgusting sight and you feared for the life of anyone to cross his path.

The Stark girl still looked off longingly to the young king. Of course, it didn't surprise that she wished to be queen but seen as he was the one that demanded the head of her father, you couldn't imagine she could love him. With your father a member of his small council, you were expected to attend these banquets but today you made your way to take a seat with Sansa wishing to learn more about her and the King.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" You commented, taking the seat beside her.

"Pardon?" She said looking rather offended at the concept which didn't surprise you seen as you were practically a stranger to her.

"Of Lady Tyrell," you said gesturing to the woman at the head of the table that was the supposedly lucky woman to marry the king.

"Why would I be jealous of her?" She questioned.

You cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering if she was just simple of trying to deny how she felt. Lots of women had become infatuated with him especially after his father's untimely death as it was the quickest way to get themselves on the throne but once they learnt of his personality and sadism those feelings disappeared quickly.

"She is to be Queen," you offered. "You haven't taken your eyes off of him since he entered the room."

"I am not looking at him," she said far too quickly. "I was looking at her."

"You are jealous of him then?" You questioned, not caring if she liked women but wanting to make sure you had the right end of the stick.

She shook her head forcefully. "I fear what he shall do to her."

You gave her a sympathetic smile, having felt the same fear for Lady Margaery. She had seemed a kind-hearted and genuine woman, she didn't deserve the torture that Joffrey would cause her as he did most people.

"He is a sick bastard," you stated, shocking her as no one spoke out of term when it came to the King.

"You do not like him either?" She questioned.

"No one actually likes him.

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Written by Charlotte.

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