Sansa studied herself in the mirror as her handmaidens laced up her dress. It was a lovely amethyst color, the same as the necklace Lord Baelish gifted her the day before. A lovely necklace for a lovely girl. She remembered the words he spoke to her as he fastened it around her neck. She knew she looked beautiful. Just as a lady should. You couldn't see the bruises and scars that were hidden under the extravagant dress she wore. The king had continually gifted her with these marks, be it with his own hands or one of his men's.

She was broken in a way she never imagined possible, she was supposed to be a wolf…she felt more like a stray dog. Beaten and cast aside, only noticed when Joffery decided she needed reminding of who she belonged to. Sansa was his toy. A toy he happily abused, the way he got pleasure out of finding new ways to make her miserable was rather astonishing to Sansa. You'd think he would bore of his antics eventually. He did have a kingdom to rule after all.

"Leave us," she shuttered at the sound of his voice. Joffery. "Lady Stark…oh, forgive me…I mean Lannister. You look ravishing." He said as he walked up to her and the ladies in the room scurried out. "What a shame my imp uncle hasn't made a proper woman of you yet. Well, a shame for him. I am a mightier lion and a stag, I supposed the task is up to me" He sneered at her as he caressed her back. She was silent and still. Even her breathing was scarce, afraid to move, to face the reality that was looming behind her. Taking notice and becoming enraged at the thought of being ignored he grasped her hair in his hand and violently swung her around. "Did you not hear your king pay you a compliment? Need I show you how I feel about being disrespected?"

Sansa put on her smile, she had become accustomed to being able to turn on the charm when needed. "Your Grace, forgive me." She spoke sweetly and touched his arm. "I hate to admit your presence still makes me nervous…." The words felt like fire in her throat. She loathed having to please him and wished she could take off his head instead. "I wasn't expecting you to visit me, I feared you would be so very busy preparing for your wedding."

This calmed the inbred king and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I am very sorry I haven't visited you in your chambers yet. My uncle will be plenty drunk with the celebrations today… after my queen pleasures me I will visit you…will you like that?"

"If it pleases you my Grace, it will please me." She spoke so softly the words were barely audible. His hot breath on her neck sent chills down her spine.

He kissed her on the neck before grabbing her throat, catching her off guard. "I take what is owed to me. You are owed to me stupid girl." He spoke sternly and finally after what felt like ages he let go of her. Joffery smiled, feeling as if he'd won this battle with the red wolf. More like a sheepdog, he thought, MY sheepdog. "I look forward to sharing your company tonight, I've waited far too long. I will not wait another day, you are mine. Remember that wolf" Joffery spoke up breaking the silence that laid between them. He kissed her harshly on the lips before he turned and left her chambers. It felt like venom on her mouth and she vigorously wiped it away.

Shae walked in quietly and saw Sansa sitting on the bed, looking like she may faint. "Tyrion called for you my lady," she said as she lifted Sansa's face to look at hers "Joffery will be married today. Margery will keep him well occupied, he will forget about you."

Sansa smiled at Shae, more of a pity look than an actual sign of gratitude for Shae's words. "Joffery will torment me till the end of his days…or mine. Margery or not, I have no doubts about that." She stood and checked her appearance once more before walking towards the door "Shall we?" she asked, but didn't wait for a reply.

Tyrion was down the hall and he smiled as he saw his wife making her way towards him. She took his arm and smiled back. She was not in love with her husband but she appreciated his kindness. He never raised his hand to her and he never forced himself on her. It was more than she could have expected from the king. "Well, this should be a much joyous occasion, my dear" he spoke as they made their way to the ceremony. "Joffery and Margery, a tale for the ages." He snickered quietly and Sansa glanced at him but didn't speak. Let's just get this over with…. She thought rolling her eyes.

During the ceremony Sansa couldn't concentrate on the act in front of her and instead her mind was wondering to the fact that at one point, not all that long ago, this was what she had wanted. This was all she wanted.

She felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, thinking back to all the events that led her to where she was today. How could I have been so foolish? A stupid, stupid girl… She wished she could go back to the day they left Winterfell and never leave. She missed her home, which was the strangest feeling of all. All her childhood, she had wanted to leave. Now, she would do anything to go back. To have her family back, that was an impossible dream though. This was her life now. The life she dreamed of was now her living nightmare.

The celebration was anything but. Sansa felt disgusted by the scene she witnessed as entertainment. Seeing dwarfs impersonate her family was a sting she couldn't shake. Joffery was truly the most grotesque human she had ever encountered. Calling him human is too much of a compliment she thought looking away from the spectacle that lay in front of her.

Tyrion had taken his seat next to her again. Just then Lady Olenna stopped by and greeted the couple "Lady Sansa, what a beauty you are my dear." She touched her cheek, and then her hand went to the necklace adorned on Sansa's neck. "This husband of yours should get you out of this horrid place and take you to High Garden, its breathtaking. Just like you" she smiled as she made her way down the table to greet the rest of the party.

Sansa couldn't decide if the Tyrells were to be trusted or not. She liked them, she knew better to trust anyone in King's Landing though. Lady Olenna was definitely one of a kind, and Margery was always sweet to Sansa.. Although Sansa suspected it was for her own personal gain. No matter to her anyways, Margery marrying Joffery was a gods sent. Even if it left her with The Imp. Anyone would look like a blessing next to Joffery. The day that horrid monster took her father's head she realized fairy tales weren't true. There was no prince charming that would save her. She had to save herself. She just didn't know if she was strong enough to do just that.

Joffery had just been served the pigeon pie, he and his new bride were sharing a piece when Margery kissed her new husband. "The most delicious pie on the most delicious day" Margery whispered in his ear as she picked up his goblet and put it to her lips. Margery looked radiant and was simply glowing in her golden dress. The plunging neckline was different from what one may expect, but no one complained. No one, except Cersei of course.

"My son just married a whore. She is going to walk all over all of us manipulating my boy. Your king. This is a horrid match, father. You will see it. Everyone will see it and it will be too late." Cersei spat her words at Tywin. She had just about enough of this tart from High Garden. Power hungry miscreant. She would be the downfall of their family, Cersei was sure of it.

Margery led Joffery to their seats, but before she made it into hers, a strange look came upon her face. She paused and touched her throat just before she started coughing and gasping. Reaching for her chair, she fell over and Joffery shouted for help. Lady Olenna rushed to her side. Sansa slowly realized what was happening and went to reach out to her husband, but he was no longer next to her.

Sansa sat frozen in all the commotion. This was not like anything she had seen before, and she felt like since her days of leaving Winterfell she had seen quite a lot. Margery was turning a horrid shade and foam was coming out of her mouth. Margery had been the closest thing to a friend Sansa had in her time at the capitol and seeing her flopping on the ground surrounded by everyone of importance but no one being able to stop the inevitable seemed unreal to the Stark girl. Was this really happening?

Everything seems to be moving in slow motion and lightning speed all at once to Sansa. Margery lay on the ground surrounded by Lady Olenna, Joffery, and the king's guard. Although, everyone was trying to help the queen, all efforts seemed futile from where Sansa was sitting. She glanced over to her husband who she spotted trying to comfort his sister. They was standing with Jamie. Both of the men looked appalled at the scene laying out in front of them. Cersei seemed more disgusted by the look of Margery's face as she gasped for air than feeling any kind of actual emotion for the situation. This was not a shocking revelation to Sansa, Cersei cared greatly for her children, her allegiance with their partners was another story entirely.

Just then Sansa felt a tug on her arm. It was Dontos Hollard. "My lady, if your life is precious to you, follow me now. We must leave" Sansa froze, but only for a moment. She remembered when the Hound offered to take her away from King's Landing. Oh how she wished she had fled with him. It didn't take her long to realize this was probably her last chance. She glanced around the Courtyard at all the commotion and realized no one would even know she was gone. She quickly stood and took the man's hand who she once saved from Joffery's wrath. The debt was being repaid ten-fold she thought…as long as they actually got away.

Sansa and Dontos made their way out of the castle with no resistance and headed away from the red keep. Most of the guards were tending to the wedding, and the rest were drunk, thinking they had gotten out of their duties for the time being. Sansa let out a sigh of relief once they reached a carriage that was waiting for them. Who was getting her away from these monsters?

Just as she feared this was an elaborate roost and she was about to be killed or kidnapped, at this point she wasn't sure which was worse, Petyr Baelish appeared and whisked her into the cabin stowing her away from plain sight. "You're save now love" he said embracing her "I'm taking you where they can't hurt you anymore"

Sansa was greatful for Lord Baelish in that moment, she didn't ask where she was headed…as long as it was far away from the Lannister's she didn't care at this moment. Sansa turned as she heard a man cry out in agony. She peaked her head out the window and looked in horror as a guard from the vale had a bow in his hands, Sansa realized it was just used to end Dontos' life.

She sprung up from her seat, about to make her way over to the guard, not sure what she was expecting herself to do when she reached him, but Petyr grabbed her arm in protest and swung her around to face him before she had moved 2 paces. "He was a liability. If Cersei finds out I took you with me after the death of the king, she'll have both our heads"

"The king…?" Sansa spoke slowly. "The king is very much alive. When I left he was trying to save Margery…" Both of them were white as a ghost for very different reasons. Sansa realized Margery was dead because of her. Petyr saved her, but at the cost of another's life. A stabbing feeling of guilt entered her stomach.

"The queen was given the poison…. Well this definitely makes things more….complicated than I anticipated." Petyr spoke slowly and carefully with his words. "No matter, Joffery is a coward king. Where you are headed he won't ever be able to touch you again."

"And where exactly is that, Lord Baelish?" Sansa asked as she sat back down. She felt the motion of their journey begin and realized she could be going anywhere. She wondered if she would ever feel in control of her own life. She was no longer Joffery's play thing to torture and abuse as he saw fit. She was thankful, but not foolish enough to think she was out of the woods.

Petyr touched her shoulder than caressed her cheek before answering her question. "Home Sansa. I'm taking you home."