Whore // Sandor Clegane // Tryion Lannister

Tyrells

Loras and maegery and their grandmother olenna had come to their aid but they were not doing it from the goodness of their hearts.

'So loras Tyrell.' Joffrey said and he stepped forward bowing down before the king 'your house has come to my aid the whole realm is in your debt as am I. if your family would ask anything in return ask it and it shall be yours.'

'Your Grace my sister Maegery... her husband was taken from us before... She remains innocent I would ask him to find it in your heart to do us this great honor to join our houses.' Lord requested still kneeling before him.

'Is this what you want lady Maergery?'

'It is you grace... with all my heart your grace. I have come to love you from afar, tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears.' Maergery said flattering him. 'And those tales have taken root deep inside of me.'

'I do have heard tales of your beauty and Grace but they do not do you justice my lady.' Joffrey complimented. 'it would be an honor to return your love but I will promise to another.' Joffrey reminded them. 'A king must keep his word'

'Your Grace the judgment of your small council.... giving you proper advisor as not to marry the daughter of a man who committed treason against you. a girl whose brother is an open rebellion against the throne as we speak for the good of the realm your counselors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside.' Cersei informed him. There was an uproar, agreeing with the queen regent in the throne room Joffrey stood up.

'I would like to heed your wishes and the wishes of my people but I took a holy vow.' Joffrey said and sansa heart plummeted.

'Your Grace' maester pycelle said stepping forward. 'The gods do indeed hold of betrothal solemn but your father bless his memory made this pack before the starks revealed their falseness... I have consulted with the high septon and he assures me that for the good of the realm, to free you from any promises you have made to them in the sight of gods.' Pycelle assured him.

'The gods are good I am free to heed my heart.' Joffrey proclaimed. 'Ser Loras I will gladly wed your sweet sister... you will be my queen.' Joffrey told her 'and I will love you from this day until my last day.' Sansa couldnt help but smile

'My lady my sincerest condolences.' Petyr said coming up behind sansa.

'They are right I'm not good enough for him.' Sansa lied

'You are good enough for many things... he would've enjoyed beating you and now that you are a woman he would've enjoyed you in other ways as well.'

'But if he is not marrying me-'

'and you thought he would let you go home?' petyr questioned. 'Joffrey is not the boy who gives away his toys.' Petyr told her. 'you have a tender heart just like your mother did at your age. I see so much of her and you she was like a sister to me... For her sake I will help get you home.'

'Kings Landing is my home now.' Sansa told him

'Look around you. We are all liars here and everyone of us is better than you.' Petyr warned her. daphne saw sansa with the man they called little finger, she didn't trust him. She went to sansa aid.

'my lady, I think its best you retire for the day. It had been quite tiring, no?' daphne offered sansa her arm, sansa gratefully took it leaving petyr smirking in the corridor.