Back to the Queen

Arya shook her head sadly, and instead snuck back into the palace past the Lannister patrols until she made her way back to her bedroom. She picked up her lion-crest collar and pushed until it clicked shut, the metal tight around her neck. She didn't care about her family anymore. She just wanted to be a good little ****.

She then braided her hair into a long fishtail and disrobed before heading, naked from head-to-toe, towards the throne room. Noblemen gawk and ladies giggle as they stand aside from the pride-brimming Stark girl, but they say nothing.

Joffery smiled down from the Iron Throne when he noticed Arya enter. He didn't say anything- he simply patted the side of his throne twice. Arya understood what he meant, and climbed the steps to stand aside Joffery's throne. She then shut her eyes, bowed her head and knelt, her hands on her legs and the morning sun glinting off her golden collar. Joffery smiled even wider.

He had conquered one Stark slut, and the other was enamoured with him past reason.