Fated

Is this for real?

Many were happy, some were expressionless and a particular man who seems too shocked for his own good.

"Tommen, say a few words to your future bride!" Tywin nudged him, standing, Tommen cleared his throat,

"Scillia, I'm really grateful that I'm engaged to you, I may not have any experiences in loving someone, but I promise that I'll love and cherish you till the end of my days." Tommen blushed,

"I too, may not be the perfect wife but I can promise you that I'll forever be faithful to you till the end of my days, I too will love you the way a wife should." Scillia curtsied before the Houses went basking in the joy of uniting houses. Everyone was happy enjoying their dinner but Joffrey was too stunned to even scoop a food into his mouth. Being a sweet guy, Randel entrusted Scillia to Tommen to walk her back to her chamber. As they continue walking, "I'm still surprised that we are getting betrothed, it sure is a good news!" Scillia spoke first, clearing the awkward air surrounding them.

"I'm not surprised!" Tommen smiled, "I've always wished that I could get betrothed to a Lady like you!" he couldn't stop grinning.

"Tommen? You look different, you don't look surprised!" Scillia furrowed her eyebrow, knowing something was amiss.

Stopping at their tracks, Tommen stretched his hand out to hold Scillia's hand. "Yes Scillia, I was the one who told grandfather about my desire to be your one and only. He was more than happy when he heard about my wish!" Tommen admitted.

"Oh, Tommen, you shouldn't have to! I don't want you throwing your future away because of me!" Scillia lowered her gaze,

"I'm not throwing my future away because of you, always remember that Scillia! You're going to be my bride, a princess of King's Landing." Tommen held Scillia's shoulder before placing a warm kiss on her forehead. After pulling away, Tommen gently and carefully held Scillia's hand before intertwining their fingers together, walking her back to her chamber. Scillia's three ladies in waiting went back to their chamber after making sure Scillia was all dressed up for bed. Time passes by really quick, tossing and turning to find her comfortable spot, a figure was sitting at the foot of her bed, caressing her barefoot lovingly before making its hand up to Scillia's lip, causing her to snap open her eyes. Before she could scream, a hand was immediately on her mouth, turning her scream into a muffled scream.

As the figure was hushing her, "don't make a sound sweet Lady! You'll attract unwanted attention!" the figure spoke. Being speechless, Scillia could only widen her eyes in fear. "My sweet Lady! Sweeter than honey, how could you be so happy when my heart is beating with agony and pain? You're so mean!" the figure cooed, caressing her jawline with it's other hand.

"Yo...your...your Grace? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!" Scillia pulled the figure's hand away from her mouth before whispering.

"Why can't I? I'm the King! I can do whatever I like!" Joffrey growled, "and that includes you my sweet Lady! I can be very sweet if you'll just allow me to have my ways! I too can be very violent if you keep refusing me Scillia!" Joffrey chuckled,

"Your Grace please! I'm already betrothed to your brother, Prince Tommen!" Scillia tried reasoning with Joffrey,

"Like I care! He's just a boy! A small boy whose power can't be compared to mine! It'll be a waste to give a beautiful lady like you to him! He won't know how to treat and make you feel like a real woman!" Joffrey got closer to Scillia to lick her face. causing her to squeal uncomfortably.

"Your Grace please, haven't you no honour? You're about to get married to Lady Margaery, please think for her sake! How will she feel if her husband is commiting such a heinous sin?" Scillia tried pushing Joffrey off her with both her hands,

"Like I said, I don't care! I don't even care what she'll think of me! I only want you to be my woman! My lady and my Queen! I'll give you three days to consider my deal, be my mistress and I'll show you what's it like to rule the world, I'll ensure that all of your requests will be fulfilled! Refuse me and I'll show you how hell will be formed here in King's Landing!" Joffrey growled before finally getting off the bed and out of the chamber. Scillia pinched herself, wanting to get out of her nightmares. Scillia's health eventually deteriorated, she refused to take her meals and refused to step even one step out of her chamber, fearing of bumping into Joffrey again. She turned all her guests away, wanting to isolate herself to consider Joffrey's deal. As she sat down one day, considering living the life as Joffrey's mistress or being Tommen's wife, a loud harsh knock on the door made Scillia jumped out of bed with a gasp. "My sweet Lady Scillia, there's no use trying to hide from me! I'll always find you no matter which corner of the earth you run to!" a familiar voice called out, much too familiar for Scillia that she felt her whole world spinning,

"What do you want from me? Please leave me alone!" Scillia begin crying, covering her ears with her hands,

"This is your fate, you can't run from it! You're fated to be mine! Mine and only mine Scillia!" Joffrey cackled evilly, his cackle was so loud that Scillia would be surprised if the servants and maids in Red Keep were not able to hear it. Scillia kept tossing and turning in her sleep, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as she kept screaming, her ladies in waiting ran to her side,

"Scillia! Wake up! You're just dreaming!" Jeanne shook Scillia up, when she got up, Scillia couldn't help but to bury her face onto Jeanne's chest, sobbing and choking at the same time.

"Hush child, you're just having a bad dream!" Militsa stroked Scillia's hair tenderly.