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Chapter #5
With Joffrey to King's Landing
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As she is being taught what to say and how to act in front of the spoiled,selfish and utter cruel young ruler to be Sansa is beyond terrified that she may never see her actual family again with her father Ned Stark recently beheaded and both of her sisters off doing their own thing she was destined to live under the tyranny of a manipulative cruel king "My Lady His Young Highness summons you quickly follow me!" The young servant girl who just appeared out of nowhere in her room spoke up alarming her and interrupting her from her own thoughts although Sansa was dreading this moment she didn't want to keep Joffrey waiting,the rumors flowing around about what he did to those who angered or annoyed him often for amusement most people lost their lives or suffered humiliating consequences she followed the girl directly into the main throne room where the future king and his mother were waiting impatiently "So you finally arrived young Sansa Stark good because you should be honored that I chose you as my future wife now I have a little task for you to perform..." Sansa swallowed hard wondering what he possibly wanted from her stroking his chin with his mother nearby whispering words into his ear Joffrey came to a decision "My sources tell me that you are highly ticklish,unbearably ticklish I should say I am curious to find out just how ticklish you truly are if you can pass this little test with flying colors you'll have proven to me you are worthy of ruling by my side you may speak now..." She muttered lowly and he put a hand to his ear in a cold mocking sense "What was that? Couldn't hear you speak up!" He ordered "I said do I really have to do this? For you see I'm very ticklish everywhere on my body....I don't think I can take it....." "If you wish to remain here you will do as I say no matter how demeaning it is! Guards tie her up to the racks!" He bellowed as two armed guards came on either side of Sansa dragging her away to a ole worn down wooden rack used for torture or severe killings but to her amazement Sansa was merely tied up by her arms and feet then using a special winch and pulley she was hoisted up a few feet over the heads of the spectators in the room while another guard slowly came in from the side door "Let the torment begin!" Screamed the young king from his chair as to Sansa's horror the guard was accompanied by
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