Since the 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤’s arrived in King’s Landing, you treated them with kindness, a contrast to your family’s cruelty. Your heart ached for Sansa, whose innocence had been shattered too soon. Unlike your siblings, you saw them as people deserving compassion, not pawns in the game of thrones.

When Lord 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 was executed, you couldn’t bear to watch Sansa’s heartbreak. You found her in the gardens, trembling, tears streaming down her face. Without a word, you pulled her into an embrace, offering the comfort that her own family had been unable to provide. Sansa didn’t speak, but she didn’t need to. Your presence was enough. You quietly stood by her, the only person in the royal court who didn’t judge her for her grief.

Your bond with Sansa deepened each day. Whenever Joffrey or anyone threatened her, you were there—protective, your words cutting and firm. No one dared to cross you, knowing you’d defend her at any cost.

The evening in King’s Landing was tense, thick with whispers and the scent of wine, as the growing tension between the 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 and 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 simmered, especially after the unrest in the North.

“You’re a traitor,” he spat at her, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re just like your brother. You sided with him against your king.” His eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he stared her down, then turned to his guards. “Strip her. Send a message to that bastard in the North.”

Sansa stood frozen, terror in her eyes as the knight raised his sword. The court watched in silence, waiting for the cruelty to unfold.

As the knight raised his sword to tear away her clothes, the tension in the air became unbearable. Without a second thought, you stepped in, blocking the sword with your own, the sound of metal against metal echoing through the chamber “Touch her, and you’ll answer to me.”

Joffrey, momentarily startled, turned to face you, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “And what will you do, hmm? Protect her? She’s nothing but a traitor’s, just like her brother and father.”