Mirrorball // Sansa Stark

9. Intimidate

"You think?" Jae pondered as they set up camp, it was nice traveling with ned and his girls, less so with Cersei and Robert and Joffrey. 

"I think it could be fun." Arya agreed. 

"I think your father would have different words." Jae laughed out and Sansa's eyes followed them. Her fingers touched the little daisy necklace, she had yet to take it off. There was something about Jae that made her heart flutter. 

'This is country' Robert said happily 'who am I to leave them all behind?'

'I have half a mind to go with you' ned informed him as they eat out in the open air.

'What do you say just you and me on the Kings Road... you and me a couple of whores at are sides and Tavern winches... something to warm our beds tonight!' Robert informed him jollily.

'If you would've asked me 20 years ago,' Ned joked

'There were wars to fight and women to marry,' Robert said begrudgingly 'I never had the chance to be young. Jae is young and he acts like an old man.''

"He's a good lad." Ned remarked. 

"He is and he's a bore, he needs some excitement, the capital will bring that if he stays." Robert declared. 

"He told me he would." Ned agreed. "And I have known Jae to be a man of his word." 

"Then I need to show him some fun once we get there, Gods the woman Ned!" Robert declared, Ned's gaze shifted slightly hoping Jae would be able to rescue him from this conversation but he had been staying close to Arya and Sansa during their journey, just like Ned and Jon both requested. 

'Oh there was that one,' Robert chuckled 'what was her name Becca? With the great big tits you could bury your face in,' Robert remembered happily.

'Bessie,' ned corrected 'she was one of yours.'

'Bessie thank God for Bessie and her tits!'

'Yours was Eliana, meriyln, no the bastards mother...' Robert began.

'Lila.' Ned lied.

'That's right must've been a rare wench to make Lord Eddard stark forget his honor. You never told me what she looked like.' Robert remarked.

'Nor will I' ned said softly.

'We were at war,' Robert reminded him 'we didn't know we were gonna go back home again don't be so hard on yourself you always have been. I swear if I weren't your king you would've hit me already.' Robert told him.

'Worst thing about your coronation, is I'll never get to hit you again.' Ned joked.

Sansa stumbled right into Sandor and she flinched back. 

"Watch it girl." Sandor grumbled. 

"I'm... s- sorry ser." Sansa whimpered nervously. But Payne growled down at her and she jumped. 

"I'm going to practice." Arya decided as she ran off. 

"Arya-" Jae began but then he saw a skittish little Sansa. 

'Do I frighten you so much girl?' sandor questioned she didn't answer, 'or is it him that's making a shake? He frightens me to look at that face.' Sandor teased nodding to Illyn Payne.

'I'm sorry if I offended you sir.' Sansa said sheepishly he only stated at her, a deep frown on his face as he walked past them. 'Why won't he speak to me?' Sansa questioned sandor.

'He hasn't been talkative the last 20 years since the mad king had his tongue cut out.' Sandor informed her

"So all bite and no bark." Jae mused and Sandor chuckled nodding. "You alright Sansa?" Sansa moved closer to Jae feeling safer already, he ran a hand over her arm. 

"I'm fine just..." Sansa's words faded. 

"Its been a long day." Jae offered. Sansa nodded as Joffrey strut up. 

'He speaks well with his sword though.' Joffrey remarked and sansa smiled softly but she didnt want to leave Jae, she knew she should, she knew she should leave Jae and get closer to her betrothed but Jae was Jae. 

 'serving the kings justice... he is the royal executioner.' Joffrey clarified 'what is it my sweet girl? Does the hound frighten you?' Joffrey asked, concern in his voice. 'Away with your dog you're scaring my lady.' Sandor tipped his head leaving. "Come-" Joffrey insisted grabbing her arm. 

"Sansa?" Jae questioned hesitantly. 

"I'm... I'm alright Jae." Sansa assured softly. He watched her go cautiously. 

'I probably shouldn't have any more,' Sansa said as Joffrey offered her a jug of ale. 'Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.'

'My princess can have as much as she wants, who cares what they say.' Joffrey said kindly and Sansa took it, taking another hesitant sip. They heard the sounds of grunts and wood clashing and sansa's face was one of panic. 'Don't' worry, you are safe with me.' Joffrey assured heading off to see the commotion. Sansa didnt know if that was true but she didnt want to run back to camp alone either, she thought that being with Joffrey was the safest option. 

"Arya!' Sansa declared pulling her attention away from Mych and he got her in the arm. Arya whipped her head around at Mych clutching at her arm.

'What are you doing here? Go away!' Arya demanded.

"Your sister...' Joffrey remarked. "And who are you?'

"Mych my lord.' He answered politely.

'He's the butchers boy.' Sansa said with distaste.

'He's my friend!' Arya corrected.

'Butcher's boy who wants to be a knight.' Joffrey remarked. 'Pick up your sword butchers boy lets see how good you are!' Joffrey challenged drawing a real blade from his belt.

'She asked me to me lord. She asked me to.' Mych said nervously.

'I am not your lord I'm a prince,' Joffrey sneered. 'and I said pick up your sword.'

'It's not a sword my prince it's only a stick.' Mych remarked.

'and you are not a knight.' Joffrey remarked, 'only a butchers boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, did you know that?' He raised his blade to Mych's cheek.

'Stop it!" Arya demanded she couldnt help but think that she should have just asked Jae, Joffrey couldnt intimidate Jae Gatsby. 

'Arya stay out of it.' Sansa demanded.

'I won't hurt him...much. ' Joffrey drew his blade down mychs cheek, Arya wacked Joffrey from behind and he spun around as mych ran. 'YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Joffrey spat swinging at arya as she ducked and ran.

'Stop it the both of you, you are spoiling everything!" Sansa declared. Joffrey got arya on her back.

'I will gut you, you little cunt!' Joffrey spat.