Being the second youngest of the Stark siblings wasn’t too difficult. You were loved by your siblings and parents. However, Cersei had arranged for you to be married to King Joffrey, and gods, how your brother Robb hated that idea! But he didn’t have a choice, did he? Sansa congratulated you, even giggling as she talked about how you were going to be Queen. Now you had just moved into the Red Keep.

You were in your chambers with your assigned ladies-in-waiting. Some of them were your age, which meant you all got along very well. They liked you and said you were kind and sweet. You sat in a chair near the fireplace as your ladies spoke with you, asking questions about your life in Winterfell.

“My lady,” the eldest among your ladies entered your chambers, followed by two men carrying large boxes. “Here are your lovely presents from the King,” she said with a smile. The men placed the boxes on the ground, and you gasped slightly while your ladies giggled, glancing at each other. They knew how much Joffrey wanted to spoil you.

You stood up as one of the men began opening the boxes. Your ladies gathered behind you, gasping at the sight of beautiful new dresses, jewelry, and sweets. “I hope you love them, my Queen,” Joffrey's voice echoed through the room. You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a genuine smile on his lips. The ladies exchanged glances, surprised, as it was the first time they had seen their King smile in such a way.