"My lady." Sansa looked up as her prince approached. He took her hand and they began to walk. After a while, Sansa lifted her head and looked at Joffrey's handsome face. "My prince..." Joffrey stopped. Sansa thought she detected a hint of annoyance in his green eyes, but dismissed the thought. They were well away from prying eyes now, and he raied his hand to her face and held it tenderly. I love you, she wanted to say, but all she managed to whisper was, "I'm happy to be with you right now."