This is based on the Television series, as I have yet to read the novels. I own nothing!
Sansa Stark/Joffrey Baratheon
Sansa Stark awoke in her chambers earlier than usual, troubled thoughts had kept her up throughout the night, her thoughts drifting back to her father's beheading and Joffrey's cruel words.
"I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a present. After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I'll give you his head as well."
His words echoed in her mind, and she shivered at his cold demeanour. She, however, regretted her retort, as it had caused her to be hit, twice.
"Or maybe he'll give me yours."
Her sweet prince had turned out to be cruel, just like his mother. She had been tempted to push him over the edge of the bridge, but she had been stopped by Sandor. She would've been surely beheaded as her father was for doing this, so she had not tried since then.
It had been four days since then, all of which she had spent in her chambers, refusing to leave, but she could tell Joffrey was angered by her denial to him. Today would be the day, the day she'd stand quietly by his side, following his every word, she'd be his lady, and treat him like a king.
She dragged herself out of her bed, and fetched a servant to pour her a bath. She would make herself presentable, as she needed to look to be worthy to be by Joffrey's side. She sat patiently, waiting for her bath to pour when there was a banging at her door, and she pulled her sheer night gown tighter to her body as she reached the door.
"Who is it?"
Her voice shook, and she frowned at how weak she sounded.
"It is I, your king, my lady."
He was annoyed with her; she could hear it in his tone. So as to stop herself from being beaten she clenched the door handle and opened it to her king. He strode into her room, examining her body with his eyes, Sansa realizing at once that her body was only hidden by a sheer and rather clinging night gown. Her cheeks became flushed as he stepped closer, raising a hand to her cheek. Her hair was hanging loosely around her pale face; her cheeks flushed a bright red as her vivid blue eyes followed his every move. He first placed his hand on her waist, and removing his other hand from her cheek, closed the door, pushing her ever so gently against it. He had a habit of being gentle in the worst possible ways, tricking her into believing he was something he was not.
He bent her face up towards his and kissed her, gently at first, then becoming rougher and rougher as she tried to squirm away. Sansa accepting defeat, placed her hands on his face, kissed him back with all her might as tears streamed down her face. Oh, what a fool she had been to think he would leave her alone once her father was beheaded. This went on for several more minutes until he was pleased, he let go of her abruptly and whispered softly in her ear.
"I will have you, and if you don't comply, it'll be ever the more painful for you, my lady."
Joffrey then caressed her cheek once more and left her chambers. Sansa slipped down to the ground, feeling utterly useless, if she did not please him, he would dispose of her. She felt like a toy, something there for his own pleasure, to play with when he was angered, or bored. He was a cruel king, and used death as a punishment for the silliest of things.
Sansa picked herself up off the ground a few moments later, letting her gown fall to the stone floor. She walked slowly to the adjoined room where the bath was held. She stepped in and let her head go under the water, and as the water surrounded her she cried, her sobs masked by the water.
She had never felt more alone and frightened than she did at that moment.