Dear Robb,

I don't understand why you don't try to get me. Or Arya, even though she's not here; you think that she is. How could you? I understand that you have to 'impress' your bannermen, but they aren't your family. You left me completely at the mercy of the Lannisters; every day I went into the godswood to pray that I would be rescued, that my big brother would save me.

I've given up on praying now; the sept has been out of my comfort zone ever since Joffrey had Father murdered on it's front steps. The godswood has done nothing. There aren't any heart trees this far south. Maybe if there were the gods would take pity on me.

Do you understand what's been happening to me ever since they turned on me, on us? Have you known all along that every time you win a battle, Joffrey has me beaten? Were you even aware that the only one in his service that won't attack me is the Hound, Sandor Clegane? Do you even care?

I'm not allowed to send letters, otherwise I would send this to you; the ending would be different. Instead of this, I'd be begging you to please, oh gods please just try to get me out of here.

Your Ever-Loving Sister,

Sansa Stark