Margaery's eyes locked onto those of a new player in the game of manipulation that was the game of thrones, she smiled and walked to him eager to see what she could get from him “Hello my lord.”

That made her smile wider, she knew Joffrey was still far to immature to appreciate a real woman's worth and that if he only understood how much more they could accomplish together things would be different. "Thank you for saying so my lord." She let him think it was all about his opinion of her beauty when in truth it was always about the power she could gain from such sentiments. She leaned closer to him, their bodies almost touching as she lowered her voice a little. "I'm sure we both have things to offer each other."

She let the statement hang in the air for a moment before stepping back and letting her expression brighten once more. No need to reveal all her cards at once, it would be much more entertaining to play this game slowly.

Her expression softened at his words and she shook her head sadly. "I do worry about him sometimes. He can be so young and angry, it's hard to watch." She paused for a moment, searching the man's face for any hint of how he might react to her next words. "But I believe in second chances," she continued softly. "And perhaps with the right guidance... well, we shall see what the future holds."

Leaning closer once more, she lowered her voice even further. "I do think that I can help him, if he'll only let me. And as for whether or not he deserves me..." She smiled and tilted her head to one side. "...perhaps it is I who am undeserving."

Perhaps not at first, Lord Stark," she conceded with a sad smile. "But change does not come easily to some. Perhaps it will take time... and perhaps my patience will wear thin before then. Only the gods can say for certain." She drew herself up a little straighter now, more like a queen than just a young woman in conversation. "All I know is that I shall do what I can, when I can, to help him be the king that Westeros needs... and perhaps even deserves."

There was a glint in her eye as she looked at Stark now, as if daring him to challenge her determination. She knew he couldn't, not if he wished to maintain any sort of respect or alliance with House Tyrell. This was the dance they were all engaged in, and she was beginning to feel quite confident that she could lead them all where she wanted.

Her eyes widened in surprise at Lord Stark's comment, and she felt herself flush with anger. "I beg your pardon?" she snapped through gritted teeth. "My personal life is no concern of yours, nor does it have any bearing on my ability to rule as a queen one day." She took a step back from him now, feeling a chill run down her spine at his words. He didn't understand the game they were playing, or perhaps he was too caught up in his own desires to see past them. Either way, she knew that she had to tread carefully around him from here on out.

She forced herself to calm down, taking several deep breaths before meeting Stark's gaze once more. "I will thank you not to speak of such things in the future," she said icily. "And if we are done here, I must attend to other matters." Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away from him, every step taking her farther away from his insulting comments and back towards the safety of her family's circle.

As Lord Stark seized her and threw her to the ground, Margaery let out a shriek of shock and rage. The key turned in the lock with a click, and she found herself trapped in this chamber with him. "How dare you!" she cried, scrambling to her feet and pointing an accusing finger at him. "You have no right to treat me this way! You will pay for this insult!"

Her heart raced with fear and anger as she looked around the room, searching for something - anything - that could be used as a weapon against him. She was trapped, yes... but she would not go down without a fight. "Let me out of here this instant," she hissed through clenched teeth, her hands trembling with fury, "or I swear by the seven hells, you will regret the day you ever laid a hand on me."

Desperately hoping that someone would hear her cries and come to her aid, Margaery stood her ground against Stark, ready to defend herself at any cost. But as the seconds stretched into minutes, and no one came, she began to realize just how alone she truly was... and how far she might have to go if she ever hoped to regain control of her life.

Her face flushed with anger and humiliation as Stark grabbed her arm and dragged his filthy finger down her body. "Let me go this instant!" she spat, struggling futilely against his grip. She didn't understand what he was doing; why he would choose to assault her instead of releasing her from the room. Perhaps it was just another way for him to try and assert dominance over her, or perhaps even worse...

"You're disgusting!" she cried out, trying to break free once more. "Release me at once, or I swear on all that is holy, you will regret this for the rest of your miserable life!" The harder she struggled against him, the more she realized how little chance she truly had of escaping on her own. But if she didn't try... if she gave in to his demands... then everything would be over. She would have no control left, and Stark would win this battle before it even began.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the brutish man who held her prisoner, wondering how things could have gone so wrong. Maybe she should have been gentler with him... more understanding of his desires and needs. But then again, perhaps it was too late for such a strategy now. All that mattered now was survival; finding some way to escape from this nightmare before it consumed her completely.

She felt the fabric of her dress tear as Stark roughly ripped it apart, exposing her breast and leaving her nearly naked in his presence. Her heart raced with fear and humiliation as he fondled her flesh, treating her like nothing more than an object for his perverse pleasure. The only thing she could do was stand there and endure it; to play along until she found some opportunity to escape or get help from someone else in the castle.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew that hope was fading fast. Stark seemed determined to have his way with her, and it was becoming increasingly clear that no one outside this chamber would come to her aid anytime soon. She tried to steel herself against his advances, focusing on the knowledge that if she could just survive this ordeal, somehow find a way out... then perhaps things would be different.

But for now, all she could do was endure. To suffer through Stark's disgusting touch and wait for some sliver of mercy to shine forth from the darkness that had claimed her life. She wished fervently that she had never left the safety of Highgarden; that she had never ventured into this cruel world where men like Lord Stark held sway over the lives of women like herself.

As his hands wandered lower, toward her crotch, Margaery bit back a scream of terror and shame. She knew what was coming next;

Her breath came in ragged gasps as Stark's rough hands assaulted her most private parts, his fingers mercilessly probing her wetness despite the pain it caused her. She wanted to scream and fight back, but she knew that would only make things worse for her. Instead, she clenched her eyes shut and endured the humiliation, wishing for death or oblivion as he continued his relentless assault on her body.

Her nipples hardened beneath his tongue and mouth, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but moan softly as he tormented them, her hips arching involuntarily toward his touch. Part of her wanted him to finish what he had started; to take her virginity and be done with it so that she could escape this living nightmare. But another part of her was terrified of the loss of innocence and the knowledge that she would never again be pure, untouched by a man's hand.

As Stark seemed to sense her approaching climax, he redoubled his efforts, rubbing her swollen bud with skillful precision until she cried out his name in despair. Her body shuddered and spasmed as the release washed over her, leaving her exhausted and violated beyond measure. For a moment, she thought perhaps it would all be over soon; that Stark might finally let her go now that he had

Her eyes snapped open at the feel of his cock being pushed into her mouth. She gagged and tried to push him away, but he was stronger than she expected. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked on his member, desperate for air that would not be tainted by this horrific act. She felt his hands clench roughly in her hair, holding her head still as he forced himself deeper into her mouth with each thrust.

Her body trembled and ached from the violation of every part of it; from his rough fingers and tongue to his hard cock that filled her throat until she could barely breathe. It was all so much worse than anything she had ever imagined, and yet she knew it could get worse still if she did not appease him.

With a shuddering sigh, Margaery slowly began to move her head in sync with Stark's hips, sucking and licking at his cock as best she could despite the revulsion that clawed at her throat. She closed her eyes once more, willing herself not to throw up as she focused on the taste and texture of him, using whatever skill she had learned in order to make him cum faster so that this nightmare might finally be over.

Her hands reached out to clutch at anything they could find - the wall, his thighs, even her own body - as she tried to steady herself against the waves of n

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him pull his cock free of her mouth and thrust it roughly inside her body once more. She cried out in pain and humiliation, every part of her screaming with the agony of this brutal violation. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her tender flesh as she struggled to endure the savage pounding of his hips against her helpless body.

She knew there was no point in resisting; that Stark would only grow more angry and violent if she continued to fight him. So instead, she forced herself to relax as much as possible and submit to his brutish desires, hoping against hope that eventually he might grow tired or lose interest and let her go. But with each passing moment, the pain seemed to intensify, and Margaery began to fear that perhaps this nightmare would never end... that she would forever be trapped in this chamber, at the mercy of Lord Stark's twisted desires.

Her body arched and trembled beneath his onslaught, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself begin to approach the brink of yet another orgasm. She bit down hard on her lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure his touch. But it was no use; there was nothing she could do to shield herself from the unbearable sensations coursing through her body like wild

As Lord Stark continued to pound into her, Margaery's body arched further and further upwards, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, every muscle in her body tensing as she felt his cock twitch within her, spilling its hot seed deep inside her womb. She tried to suppress a cry of relief and pleasure as he emptied himself, but it escaped her lips nonetheless.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the last of his thrusts drove him deeper into her core, and then just as suddenly he stilled. Margaery felt a shudder run through his body as he pulled out of her, his cock twitching briefly before slipping free with a wet pop. She lay there panting, her whole body trembling from the force of what had just happened. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, but this time they were not tears of humiliation or fear; rather, they were tears of bitter resignation and acceptance.

She knew that things would never be the same between them now. That Lord Stark had forever changed her, stolen away her innocence and left her tarnished beyond repair. As she lay there in the aftermath of their brutal encounter, all she could do was wonder how she had gotten here... and what would happen next.

She let out a shuddering breath as Stark's lips pressed against hers, feeling an unwelcome surge of revulsion at the sensation. Part of her wished he wouldn't remind her what had just happened; that he would pretend it was all some terrible dream from which they could both awaken unscathed. But she knew better than to hope for such a thing.

As his tongue sought entrance to her mouth, she reluctantly parted her lips, wishing only to endure this final indignity until he released her from the chamber and allowed her to return to her old life, however tainted it might now be. His kiss was rough and demanding, his hands moving possessively over her body as if trying to claim some last piece of her before she would slip away for good.

Margaery shut her eyes tightly, wishing for the strength to break free from this nightmare once and for all. But it seemed that fate had other plans; Stark's hands shifted, gripping her hips possessively as he began to thrust into her again, his hard cock sliding easily within her body despite the pain and exhaustion she felt. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each intake of air filled with the taste and smell of their combined sweat and lovemaking.

And then, without warning, something inside her snapped. A newfound anger welled up within her, pushing aside the fear and

She thrust back against him with all her might, her eyes blazing with fury. "You think this changes anything?" she snarled at Stark, her voice harsh and bitter. "You think I'm going to just roll over for you after what you did? Do you have any idea how much damage you've done?"

Her body arched in protest as he continued his brutal assault, tears streaming down her face. But she refused to give in, refusing to let him break her. She had survived this long; surely she could make it just a little longer, until someone found them or she managed to escape on her own.

"You're nothing but an animal!" she spat at him, grabbing his hair and forcing his face down so that their lips met in a ferocious kiss. Her tongue darted out, seeking his mouth as if trying to claim some small piece of himself back from the darkness that had overtaken them both. But all too soon, she felt his release once more, her body tensing as he emptied himself inside her for the second time.

She clung to him now, panting and shaking with the force of her rage, refusing to let go even as he grew slack beneath her. For a moment, they were bound together in this unholy union; two lost souls trapped in a nightmare from which there seemed no escape. But as she felt his weight begin to slide free of