Joffrey "Baratheon"

(Alternating Timeline from around Chapter 15 AGOT)

Pain flushed through his brain. Inside his skull there was a pounding noise, like from a dozen mad smiths hammering. He tried to open his eyes. A vortex of with light engulfed him. it pained. the white shaped into blue. From the blue, the silver hilt of a bend sword appeared before his eyes. Then it melt and changed it's colour until it looked like an purple face, deformed in agony, a golden crown on its blond hair. Than this vision also faded and the pale wooden face of a thousand eyed raven with dragon like wings flashed for a heart beat into existence, before it dissolved into pitch black.

"Mother have mercy! Are you alright my prince?" the sweet voice of a women pierced through the pitch dark. He opened his eyes and looked into the wonderful blue of a maiden whose delicate face was framed with long hair of red silk. For a moment he did not know where he was, who he was and why his head did hurt. Than the memory flushed back to him. He saw the green trees and meadows around him and the great oak he was resting against. almost no clouds in the sky. A beautiful day in the Riverlands.

"Prince Joffrey are you alright?" The redhead asked once again, sounding quite worried.

Yes right Joffrey was his name. son of the king and all this. A young promising man, sometimes a little fast to loose his temper, but always willing to improve himself to impress the people he hold dear. But what happened? He was riding out with his betrothed, the sweet but annoying Lady Sansa Stark. Did he ride against a tree branch and bump his forehead on it? That would be so embarrassing. he had probably been distracted by the stupid talk of the Stark girl. He was the kings son, such a incident could impossible be his fault he...

"Yeah, Yeah I'am quite well MY LADY" he spoke out harshly "What happened?" great... now she would probably thing him a half wit, not remembering whatever just occurred. Why had someone important to be around when such things happened to him. Why didn't people just let him be alone?

"I'am so sorry your highness!" Lady Sansa touched his forehead gently with her fingers.

Did she think him a babe or something? He had half in mind to punch her back from himself to show that he was a man grown, a strong man, like his father who won the seven kingdoms by being stronger than the dragon prince. He was this kings son after all!

But than Sansa continued "I'am so sorry it was all my fault my prince" she gave his cheek a gentle brush, just like his mother did used to to... a long time ago it seemed. "We were just riding along, when a white snake with red eyes crawled over the path. The horses panicked Your highness of course had his stallion under perfect control, but I had not. My horse jumped from the path into the forrest. I feared for my life just barely clinging to the saddle. But you of course followed me quickly like a flash of golden lightning, catched up, and took daringly my panicking horses rein in one hand while gloriously controlling your own with just one hand. You whispered soothingly to me and the horse and the animal came down from its frightful madness. While saving my live you where wounded like a true knight from a tale, probably some branch the horse tried to ride you agains to keep you away. You have just a small wound on the forehead but you suddenly fell dizzy, so I insisted we would rest before continuing our ride."

"Yes I remember now my lady..." Joffrey touched his forehead. It did barely hurt anymore.

"You saved my life my prince. You are just like the knights and heroes from the old tales!" she planted a soft kiss on his small wound.

Joffrey felt suddenly warm, almost drunk. She gave his forehead another kiss, a little bit longer. While she did, he had a perfect view on her glorious cleavage. quite the girl... maybe Sansa Stark was no as boring and dull as she had seemed at first...