He wasn't happy about this at all. Losing his favorite toy to torment to some northern bastard made only legitimized by himself anyways. Once a Bastard always a Bastard, Joffrey thought to himself. A bastard didn't even deserve the prize he was even getting. Joffrey really didn't even care if now this bastard was the only heir to his allies in the north house Bolton. He didn't really know much about house Bolton other than that their sigil was an upside down flayed man. Much to his own amusement. The king made a mental note that when he returned home he would ordered someone to be flayed for his own amusement. Roose Bolton the head of the house was the one who betrayed and killed Robb Stark, Joffrey knew that much as well. The main disappointment the king felt was that he couldn't serve the she wolf her traitor brother's head at his wedding due to his grandfather not allowing it. It angered Joffrey to no end. He was the king! A king can do as he wants! Whatever he wants!

Still here the king was sitting in his royal wagon train heading back to the shit hole of Winterfell. He hated the last time he was there a couple years back when he was meeting his betrothed at the time. Not once did he really enjoy his trip except when he got news of the baby wolf falling from a window. That amused Joffrey very much, though how his disgusting uncle imp dared to treat him after that angered Joffrey more than anything and ruined the only fun he had there.

This time though was worse. He didn't want to go at first. Honestly he never wanted to come back to Winterfell ever again. The thought of just burning the whole place down and having it gone forever was much more appealing idea. When he got the news from his grandfather that he would have to give up his favorite plaything Joffrey went into a rage.

"Why not marry the bitch off to the imp?" Joffrey had told his grandfather. That honestly would have been the most amusing thing Joffrey could think of to do the wolf bitch. Imaging her with the imp was a hilarious thought.

"The thought did cross my mind." His grandfather did respond at the time but before the king was able to protest more his bitch of a mother told him to listen to what his grandfather had to say.

"You know as well as I do your grace that my son is nowhere to be found to do just that."

"We can send more men to find him." Joffrey waved his hand and scoffed.

Tywin didn't even bother commenting how that was not even an option while they were still in war with Stannis." If Tyrion hadn't fled to faraway lands then that's what would have been done. But, we don't have that possibility to us any longer," Tywin's voice was bitter. "We need control of the North and now that Roose Bolton is the warden of the North and loyal to the crown we need to make sure that our control of the North is not lost again. So marrying off Sansa Stark will give the Bolton's full control of the North and by doing so we shall have the North." His grandfather words were so matter of fact that it angered the king more than whenever the imp chastised him.

Tywin was no king. I am the king, Joffrey thought to himself then. "She belongs to me!" He yelled at his grandfather which only made the room silent. His grandfather's stare never left the green eyes of the king. Never would he admit that his grandfather could be very intimidating. After long moments of silence and a cold stare his grandfather did speak up again.

"The Stark girl is not going to be wasted for your pleasures as you are already married and she will give us the North this way." The tone in his grandfather's voice made it very clear that the king would not win this battle.

"Very well," Joffrey spoke again, "But, I shall accompany her on this trip with you grandfather and make sure everything goes exactly how I wish it." His own voice tried to mimic the coldness and authoritative voice his grandfather had used on him. His mother tried to protest but Joffrey would not here it. He wanted to have as much fun with his favorite toy before she would no longer be around for him to play with anymore.

His grandfather eyes stayed fixated on him on the ride back to Winterfell. Joffrey was crossing his arms annoyed and acting like a spoiled child the whole ride. Commenting how bland the north was. "If it bores you so much, you could have stayed at the keep." His grandfather's words were condescending. Joffrey glared at his grandfather.

"Stop the wagon!" He ordered out loud and in mere moments there wagon stopped. His grandfathers annoyed face was as clear as day. "I shall ride the rest of the way with the she wolf." His words were cold and nonchalant. Tywin didn't even bother responding. Obviously irritated but not really wanting to be around his grandson tantrum much longer.

Joffrey left the wagon and walked to the wagon behind his own. The door was opened for him and Sansa couldn't help but jump when her eyes fell upon him. "My Lady," He said simply as he got in and sat in front of her. "I have decided to grace you with my presence the rest of the way." His voice had a hint of cruelty that didn't go unnoticed by her. Despite the threat of the lion she didn't allow her true feelings show.

"If it pleases you, your grace, I appreciate the company." The words were polite. It made the young king smirk. Honestly he didn't want to lose his wolf, he didn't want to have to give her up to a bastard, she was his, his favorite toy to torment.

"So my lady, how do you feel about going home?" mocking venom were in his words.

Sansa kept her composer but he knew the words hurt her. Never faltering on her courtesy as a lady she responded. "It will be nice to see my home again, though I did enjoy my time at Kings Landing." It was a lie and Joffrey knew it. Though, he enjoyed being told what he wanted to hear.

"Kings Landing will miss you, "Another cruel thought of how he planned to marry her off to the imp crossed his mind. "I did try to keep you there."

"Oh, your grace?" She responded confused.

Smiling amused the lion spoke to the wolf. "I had offered to have you married off to my uncle imp, after all I know how much you wanted to marry a Lannister," A chuckle escaped him as she twitched slightly in disgust. It was a subtle twitch that if he didn't know her so well he would have missed it. "Pity that he left after the battle at the Black Water, though, I know you would have preferred to marry me instead." A shiver escaped her and he grinned pleased. On cue she knew the words he wanted to hear.

"My king, those were my dreams. I often fantasized about being your wife," Before he could say anything more to hurt her the next words she spoke cut him deep with jealousy. "You have Margaery and she is a good wife for you, better than I, though I plan on being a good wife to Lord Bolton. So I will be happy even though my engagement with you didn't stay." Those words were lies. She couldn't possibly be happy about marrying a bastard over him. It infuriated Joffrey with so much jealousy. He knew that she would hate being married to the son of the man that killed her brother. They both knew it. He moved closer to her in that moment, his face inches from her face as she gasped in startled fear.

"My lady, I'm sure you've heard the stories that the House Bolton's ancestors wore the skins of flayed Starks. I'm sure I could ask for you if they have made a coat of your traitor brother and mother for you. After all that would make you feel more at home wouldn't it?" His voice was threatening and he soaked in the fear in her eyes as her body trembled at the thought and the disgust showed on her face. Joffrey couldn't help but laugh as he stroked her cheek making her flinch. "I'm sure you will be a good wife to the bastard." His words mocked her and cut deeply into her of what her future was going to be.

More plans he had in store for his toy but for now he wanted her to think about her future. He didn't want to spoil anything. Knowing full well she hated the Boltons for killing her brother. Knowing full well that her life would be miserable. Knowing full well that he wasn't just going to stop tormenting her once she was married. As long as he was staying in Winterfell he was going to make the most of it. The King was going to have what he wanted and what he wanted was to torment her worse than he has ever done before. Joffrey moved back away from her after giving her a mocking kiss on the forehead that made her shutter. His green gaze stayed fixated on her as he watched her try and keep her lady demeanor she was raised to do. Every second of the torment he could see in the eyes that betrayed her was amusing him greatly. They both sat in silence as he left her think. Not needing to say anything more as he knew his previous words were all he needed to do for now would suffice for the rest of the trip. She could try and act as much like a lady as she wanted but it wasn't going to do any good. No one would save her. No one was left to help her. Her father, brothers, sister and mother were dead. She was alone and that brought Joffrey great joy.

The wagon stopped and they both heard one of the men shout. "We have arrived."

Joffrey glanced at Sansa as he got out of the wagon. Smiling he offered his hand to her.

"Shall we go meet your betrothed, my lady?" the false charming voice told her. After a moment of hesitation she placed her hand on his.

"Yes, my king." was all she said.