"There could be worse fates for you... a lavish lifestyle and all the riches that a Lannister can bring to a person which is... a lot."

"All of the riches in Westeros wouldn't make me happy with a monster like Joffrey." She spoke quietly and softly, making sure that no royal ears were around to report to King Joffrey, for speaking so heinously about his grace she would be killed or even worse. "He's a coward. An evil little coward who has no right to the throne. My father did NOTHING against him." Her eyes filled with tears which were quickly wiped away as the King's entourage patrolled past, leaving Sansa waving and smiling with fake joy until they passed by on their patrol.

"Justice will be served, winter will come, and the throne will be returned to it's rightful owner, whomever that may be." Sansa couldn't help but look out to the poor parading the streets and compare them to the multitude of the King's men clad in gold and silver, swords brandishing their hip and shields swinging by their feet.

"Nobody stands a chance against the Lannister's. If they did then King's Landing wouldn't have fallen in the first place."

"Run away with me then."

"With Verys and his widespread eyes? I wouldn't make it as far as the Tourney Grounds before I would be 'escorted' back to the throne room. Then what would happen? What would Joffrey do to me?"

"I have a way out of the city."

"There is no way out of the city that Verys doesn't know about, it isn't worth it. Between Joffrey, him and that dog I may as well have a big target painted onto the back of my dress." Her eyes rose from the floor and filled with faux joy and dread.

"My love, I hope all is... well. Who do we have here then?"

"My prince, they're just a friend accompanying me for an afternoon drink."

"Oh right, well, come on now. There isn't the time to dally when war is on the horizon. I see that we aren't exactly the most loved royalty here."

"You must be the most loved, you're the one true king of Westeros my love."

"Well the people don't seem to think so, not that their opinions can't be... changed." He scanned you up and down with a nasty snarl on his face. "I said hurry up, no time to fester around with the common folk."

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Written by Aaron.