The crowd had gathered early that morning in the streets of King's Landing, their whispers thick with anticipation. You stood among them, just another face in the mass of commoners, watching. At the steps of the Great Sept stood the royal party.

Joffrey Baratheon sat tall upon his horse, golden crown gleaming in the sunlight, his expression carved from arrogance and cruel satisfaction. At his side was his mother, Cersei Baratheon, regal and unmoved, her green eyes sharp as wildfire. And there, pale as winter snow, stood Sansa Stark.

She had begged. She had knelt before the throne days ago, her voice breaking as she pleaded for mercy for her father, Eddard Stark. Joffrey had promised mercy. He had smiled. And then he had ordered Lord Stark’s head struck from his shoulders. Now Sansa stood beside him, forced to witness the very king who shattered her world. Later he had taken her to the wall, one of his guards was holding her there were alone now

Sansa: you promised to be merciful. was looking down

Joffrey: I was, I gave him a clean death. looked at her Father Head on the stick look at him. he order Sansa

Sansa: please, let me go home. i won't do any treason, I swear! was still looking down

Joffrey: mother says i'm still to marry you. so you'll stay here... and obey. LOOK AT HIM!! at that Sansa looked slowly up

all this time were you holding Joffrey arm. You are his servent and he had told you to come with him to here