Life Is Not a Song
A/N: This is my first Game of Thrones fanfiction, so it's just a short drabble of Sansa's thoughts, set after the Red Wedding (so sorry for spoilers!).
I don't own Game of Thrones or Sansa Stark.
Enjoy~
"Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow."
Now she knew. Life was not a song. It had taken too much pain and grief for a woman of her age to endure. She had been foolish. So foolish. Her dreams were fairy tales, made into a perfect vision. Life was not a fairy tale. This world was far from perfect. Of course, Sansa knew this now. But when she was but a fickle child… Gods, she wished she had been there to tell her what would happen. About her lord father; about Joffrey; about the wars.
The endless wars. There was a king in every corner of the world; all fighting for the throne. Her innocent eyes had not seen such destruction and death. Yet the throne continued to defend itself. Even against The Young Wolf. Her brother. They said he couldn't be killed, that he could turn into a wolf when he wanted. She might have believed it if it weren't for all this. Yet there he was, Joffrey Baratheon, still propping himself upon the iron throne. Sansa wanted to wipe his smug expression away; to drown it in her grief and sorrow. She wanted to shout at him, tell him that he had caused this. Everything. Her lady mother and lord father were dead. Robb was dead. Jon was at the Nights Watch; beyond the wall by now. Arya was nowhere to be found. Bran and Rickon had been driven out of Winterfell.
What was left of her family now? There should always be a Stark in Winterfell. She was in Kings Landing, far from her home; far from her Northern roots. She had let her family down by pursuing her naïve ideals and dreams. He's everything I ever wanted. How innocent. How ignorant. How pitiful. Sansa hated herself right now. Every time she closed her eyes, it was like a dark paradise. Filled with her twisted idea of perfection. Everyone was watching her; no release. She would die here.
Sansa Stark had been pushed aside. Joffrey did not want her. He had thought she was just a child, still infatuated with love. How right he had been. But now she understood. She envied that life, where she knew nothing of death and anguish. The other children had no concept of this. Their songs fluttered like their hopes and dreams, only to be crushed as hers had when she faced the real world. The real world, where everyone died and fought and lived for nothing.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground. And so they would die, just as The King in the North had. Just as everything else will.