Mirrorball // Sansa Stark

49. Anchor

Jae had run off right after sansa was seated he pressed a kiss to her check telling her he would be right back, not to worry.

"We have a new queen." Sansa remarked in monotone as Margaery and Joffrey kissed, Tyrion glanced up at her. 

"Yes we do." Tyrion looked to Cersei's pinched face. 

Joffreys wedding was large and obnoxious and hot. So hot. Sansa sat next to Tyrion, miserably. Tyrion drinking his way through this god forsaken wedding. He downed his next goblet as a group of dwarves came out in costume. He didn't have a clue what joffrey had planned. Even Margaery, Joffrey's new queen didn't look to pleased. Joffrey was laughing and clapping. The half mens came out preforming the death of Robb stark, a play of Robbs downfall at the wedding. Tyrion's face was pinched watching the men get laughed at by everyone, the king the loudest. Sansa's gaze was focused everywhere else, she wanted Jae, where was he? She couldnt stay here with these people, belittling her family. She needed him. Her chest felt tight, her heart ached, her head spun, she needed him. He became her anchor. 

'well fought, well fought.' Joffrey said as every took a bow. 'a champion purse.' He held out a pouch of gold for them. 'although you are not the champions yet are you?' he slapped the pouch in his hands. 'a true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who dare to challenge by reign... uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume...'

'one taste of combat was enough for my your grace.' Tyrion said ever so kindly. 'I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery in the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new valerian sword and show everyone who a true king wins his throne... be careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust.' He pointed at one of the actors for joffreys little skit. 'it would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night'. Tyrion sat back down and sipped on his drink, Joffrey however was not pleased he sauntered over to Tyrion and poured his drink on tyrions head.

'a fine vintage.' Tyrion said calmly. 'shame that it spilled.'

'it did not spill.' Joffrey told him.

'My love come back to me.' margaery told him reaching a hand out. 'its time for my fathers toast.'

'well how does he expect me to toast without wine?' Joffrey questioned moving back to her. 'uncle... you can be my cup bearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.' Tyrion glanced back Joffrey begrudgingly.

'your grace does me a great honor.' Tyrion said as he got up. Sansa glanced to Tyrion her husband, Gods her husband, he hated weddings. She hated, dreaded the day she saw Jae marry Cersei. Cersei was getting the good end of the deal, Jae was a catch, he was perfect and Sansa wanted him to her be hers but no, she got stuck with Tyrion. 

''it was not meant as an honor.' Joffrey muttered. Tyrion walked around the table and reached out for joffreys cup but Joffrey dropped it to the ground kicking it away.

''bring me my goblet.' Joffrey demanded. Tyrion searched for it but it was sansa who found it bringing it to Tyrion. Tyrion brought it back over to joffrey, everyone else at the wedding was silent. Completely silent. The only sound was the waves in the distance and the birds in the trees.

''what good is an empty cup? Fill it.' Joffrey told him. Tyrin filled it, handing it back to him. 'kneel. Kneel before your king, kneel...i said... kneel!' Joffrey yelled.

'Look the pie!' Margaery said and everyone cheered, tyrion looked over at her and let out a deep sigh. Joffrey walked off the high table and took his valaryan sword he smashed the cake and doves soared out.

''Can we go?' Sansa questioned hopefully. Tyrion nodded getting up. If Jae wasnt here for this then Sansa didnt want to be here either. She already didnt want to be here but she couldnt sit through another moment without him giving her strength. 

''uncle... where are you going?''

''I thought I might change out of these wet clothes...' tyrion told him, giving a tug at his wed shirt. 

''no, no, no you are perfect the way you are.' Joffrey said smirking taking another bite of the murdered dove cake. Joffrey cleared his throat looking to tyrion 'serve me my wine.' Tyrion moved slowly over to joffrey's cup which was right night to him, Tyrion locked eyes with Olenna Tyrell, Joffrey had attitude and lack of skill in anything except humiliating and hurting people.

"My lady, come with me." 

"I know you..." Sansa looked around for Jae though. 

"A friend sent me, I'm getting you out of here. You did me a great honor on the kings namd day, let me repay the favor." Dontos begged. Sansa looked for Jae again maybe he was bringing her to Jae. 

'well hurry up this cake is dry!' joffrey demanded and Tyrion handed over the cup moving back to his seat as Joffrey started coughing.

'mmm good.' Joffrey said downing the wine. 'needs washing down.' Joffrey said and Margaery smiled sweetly at him.

'if it pleases your grace-'

'no... no... you will...' Joffrey started couching. 'you will wait here..' choking... coughing unable to breathe. He took another sip.

"Please my lady, now!" Sansa jumped up as joffrey choked out running down to the docks. She looked around begging for Jae to make himself seen. Was she walking into a different trap?

'your grace?' tyrion questioned.

'hes choking!' Margaery cried out as he grasped at his throat and stumbled off the high table.

'Joffrey! Out of the way!' Jaime came running, everyone watched as Joffrey fell to the ground. Coughing up blood, Jaime rushing to his nephews side.

'someone help him!'

'joffrey!' Joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned cradling Joffrey in her arms. Tyrion moved forward as well not believing what he was seeing. Sansa was gone but no one was paying her any attention. Everyone was focused on Joffrey. His face turning pale as he gasped for breathe.

'joffrey what is it?' cersei questioned again.

'Help him! He is your king!" Olenna demanded. Everyone seemed in shock, everyone, there gaze fixed back on the king. Joffrey reached out pointing at Tyrion, pointing at his cup, blood spilled down his nose as he died.

'my son,' cersei cried. 'hes gone. Our king is gone.' Cersei shouted as she held Joffrey his body limp in her arms. 'He did this. He poisoned my son. Your king.' Cersei said getting louder and louder with each word until she was screaming. 'Take him. Take him. Take him! Take him!' cersei demanded pointing at tyrion, joffery still in her arms.

"Sansa!" Jae declared and she ran from the fool towards Jae. 

"No, my lady!" He begged. "I am to take you to lord Baelish!" 

"Jae!" Sansa declared running to him. 

"Sorry it took me so long, come on." Jae instructed. 

"What is that?" Sansa questioned looking at Jaes contraption. 

"I call it a water bike." Jae offered. "Its something new I have been working on, motor and foot paddles, hold on tight." Jae requested and she wrapped her arms around him. "Lets get home."