A king His Dog and a Direwolf Princess | By : br34th3 Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 33934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I wrote this story for my own perverted enjoyment and will sadly never make any money off it. Game of Thrones is copyrighted by several people that aren't me. This is a story of pretend. |
The chapters have been edited and revised hopefully this will make for a better read. I was/am considering adding another chapter or perhaps writing a sequel but after the latest episode of GOT continuing the story would be difficult. Speaking of Game of Thrones did any one else get excited when Sansa found Sandor in her room?
A King, His Dog, and a Direwolf Princess Sansa paced her bed chambers nervously. It had been a week since she'd bled for the first time, since she'd become a woman. The Queen had been kind enough, imparting her words of wisdom. Afterward everything had happened so quickly. As she'd exited the Queen's room her wrist was taken by Joffrey's ever loyal hound. “His Grace requests you m'Lady.” With dead eyes she replied a small noise of acknowledgment allowing herself to be led to her 'beloved's' chambers. They'd scarcely reached the door when Joffrey threw them open. “What the hell took so long?” he demanded, “What's wrong dog? Did our fair maiden put up a fight? Should I have sent someone more capable to fetch her?” Joffrey mocked circling his guard. “Joffrey, Your Grace, please. I'm sorry it was my fault.” Sansa pleaded “I'm afraid I lost the time speaking to the Queen. Please, I'm sorry...” Joffrey looked from one to the other before grabbing Sansa and pulling her into the room, leaving the Hound to keep guard. Once the door had been closed behind them Joffrey invited Sansa to his private sitting rooms. She'd barely situated herself before Joffrey blurted out “So you're finally a woman. That's good. The sooner I name an heir the better.” Sansa felt her jaw drop. He knew already?! So Soon?! She'd found out only a few hours ago herself and here he was speaking so casually about it. Remembering where she was she managed to stammer out “Y-yes I can't wait to start planning the wedding I wa-” “Who cares about the wedding??” Joffrey interrupted “It's nothing but a horse and pony show for the fucking peasants! Something to make them think the King to the Iron Throne is human. No Sansa the only thing that matters, the ONLY thing that I care about is you giving me a son. And as soon as your first bleed is over we will begin trying.” Sansa could hardly breathe, trying her best to keep the tears from falling she protested weakly, “But Your Grace! The wedding... Surely we should wait for the honeymoon before we-” “NO!!” Joffrey boomed “We will not be able to have a proper wedding until after the war! And if something should happen to me I want to make sure that the crown stays in the house of Baratheon! We will begin trying for an heir as soon as possible and that is final!” Unable to hold her tears Sansa quickly looked at her lap allowing the tears to fall into her folded hands “Yes your Grace...” She could see Joffrey's boots as he came to stand in front of her. His hand softly stroked the top of her head. “I know you were expecting more as my queen Sansa. You wanted flowers and songs. Gifts more glorious than you could ever dream of . Most of all I'm sure you dreamt of giving yourself to me on our wedding night pure and untouched.” Sansa lifted her face to meet his. With a soft smile Joffrey traced the side of her face, holding her chin. “Too bad your traitor of a father and brother ruined it all for you. Now get out. The next time I see you you'll be on your back with your legs spread.” With a sob Sansa started for the door. As she opened the Chambers she heard “And Sansa. I will not stop until you give me son.” She looked to the Hound waiting patiently to close the door behind her. “I'll escort you back princess.” He said softly. Sansa strode ahead trying her best to look unafraid. It was only when she'd reached her room and made sure the Hound had left that she cried into her pillow. She'd spent the next four days in bed. Scarcely eating or drinking dreading the end of her menstruation. It was on the fifth day, today, that she'd awoken to a white bed and she knew it wouldn't be long before Joffrey sent for her. “Are you nervous because it is your first time m'lady?” Shae asked. “Or nervous because it is Joffrey you must give yourself to?” Sansa stopped her pacing and fixed her handmaid with a steely glare “His Grace.” She corrected “You do not simply refer to the King by his name you call him his Grace.” Shae lifted her hands in mock horror before resuming her task of peeling an orange. “You are a strange one Lady Sansa.” She remarked tossing a peel on the table “The other maids tell me when you first arrived all you did was pray to bleed, but now, you seem to feel otherwise.” Sansa plopped onto her bed in the most un-princess-y manner she could before stating sadly “Yes I did. Before he had Lady killed. Before he ran my little sister off and killed my father. After all that I hoped that I would never bloom. I prayed that I was somehow broken and unable to bear children. And after he told me he would wait till my menstruation was over, I prayed I'd never stop bleeding.” She let a very Arya-like grin crawl onto her face before saying “To think, once upon a time I wanted to give Joffrey a hundred little princes and princesses! Now the thought of eating across from him makes me want to pluck my eyes out.” Shae grinned back “That would be a sight at the royal dinner banquet! Queen Sansa! Using her fork to remove her eye balls!” The girls giggling was interrupted by the sound of the chamber door clankering open. Sansa sat up quickly her smile replaced by a dead look. “His Grace King Joffrey would like to see you princess. He requested you wear nothing but robes.” Sansa shared a look with Shae who remarked “Less for his Grace to do I suppose” “Please let me get ready Sandor.” Sansa whispered. The Hound nodded before closing the door. Shae looked at Sansa from beneath her lashes “Would you like me to hel-?” “DOES HE MEAN TO HUMILIATE ME!?!?!” Sansa cried “Walking the castle halls naked? Like some common whore...” Shae quickly walked over smoothing her little princesses' hair. “No Lady Sansa. No one will know but you and Joffrey that you're wearing nothing but a robe.” She soothed placing her cheek to the redheads forehead. “His bloody dog will know too! And the Queen and you!” Sansa whined. “No one will say anything I promise! And besides Queens have done far worse things than gallivant around in their castles nude.” Shae remarked beginning to remove Sansa's dress. “Like what?” Sansa asked pushing away Shae's hands to do it herself. “Well,” Shae said thoughtfully finding her lady's robe “Giving birth to prats for example” Sansa managed a weak smile before shrugging her robes on “Will you be here when I get back?” Shae nodded before guiding her to the door.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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