Sansa

"What would you like to do?" Joffrey asked.

Joffrey had just rescued Sansa form Ser Ilyn, the king's executioner, and the Hound. Sansa had been visiting the queen when they had frightened her. Stupid Arya had refused to go visit the queen. How dare she? She had gone riding instead. Sansa hated riding.

"Whatever you would like to do, my prince," said Sansa

"We could go riding," Joffrey said after a moment of reflection.

"Oh, I love riding!" Sansa exclaimed.

Joffrey glanced back at Lady, Sansa's direwolf, "Your wolf is liable to frighten the horses, and my dog seems to frighten you. Let us leave them both behind."

"If you like, I suppose I could tie Lady up. I didn't know you had a dog."

"He's my mother's dog, in truth. She has set him to guard me, and so he does."

"You mean the Hound? Is it safe to leave him behind?"

Prince Joffrey looked annoyed that she would even ask. "Have no fear, lady. I am almost a man grown, and I don't fight with wood like your brothers. All I need it this." He drew his longsword and showed it to her. Sansa exclaimed over it admiringly and Joffrey looked pleased. "I call it Lion's Tooth."

And so, they left her direwolf and his bodyguard behind them, while they ranged east along the north bank of the Trident, with no company save Lion's Tooth.

Eventually, they grew hungry. Joffrey found a holdfast by its smoke and told them to fetch food and wine for their prince and his lady. They dined on trout fresh from the river and Sansa drank more wine than she had ever drunk before.

"Shouldn't we start heading back?" asked Sansa.

"Soon," Joffrey said. "The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed his chest, crunch, right through his armor. Then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys and my father was king. What's that sound?"

Sansa heard it too, floating through the woods, a kind of wooden clattering, snack snack snack. "I don't know," she said, but it made her nervous. "Joffrey, let's go back.

"I want to see what it is." Joffrey headed toward the sound.

"Someone's there," said Sansa, wishing Lady were there with her.

"Your safe with me," said Joffrey as he drew Lion's Tooth. "This way."

They road through a stand of trees and came upon a clearing. In the clearing stood King Arthur, Shirou Emiya, Jon, and Arya, all practicing fighting with wooden swords. Jon and Arya were having a bout, while Shirou stood off to the side holding a wooden sword and leaning against a tree. The woman-king was nodding approvingly at the two fighters, until Jon hit Arya's fingers with his sword, causing her to drop it.

"Arya?" Sansa called out incredulously.

"Go away!" Arya shouted back. "What are you doing here? Leave us alone."

"Your sister?" Joffrey asked.

Sansa nodded with a blush.

"Who is this boy who thinks he can hit my lady's sister?"

"My squire," Arturia cut in. "Having a bout with my sword fighting pupil. Think about your next words and actions wisely, boy."

"Boy?" Joffrey shouted, the wine making him wild. He walked closer to the king and leveled his sword. Arturia calmly grabbed the sword with her gauntlets and wrenched it from the boy's grasp.

"A fine blade," she said. "Do not soil it with petty cruelties."

Joffrey snatched the sword back and sheathed it, then stalked off, muttering obscenities. In his haste, he even forgot his horse. Sansa climbed off her mare and chased after him on foot. She put a hand on his shoulder. "My prince, are you okay?"

Joffrey shot her a look of pure contempt, then shook his head and allowed an easy smile to form. "Only my pride is wounded, sweet lady," he said. "Let's return to the column."

"Of course," said Sansa.