The Princesses War

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AN: Welcome back everyone! I have finished first drafts of this stories first ten chapters and I will try to keep them coming out at a steady pace. So, here we go.

Let the Princesses War begin.

Chapter One

Trapped and Alone

It had rained again that night and Sansa truly thanked which ever gods had listened to her before she managed to fall asleep. Wearing her filthy linen night dress, she had been in bed when the rogue wave struck the ship, and a shawl she had made from a shredded piece of cloth, Sansa crawled out from under her shelf of rock she had taken to sleeping under over the past week and then staggered towards the dips in the rock which were, finally, filled with water. She fell to one and began to drink, ignoring the grit in the water, she was so thirsty. She looked over at Lady who was also drinking as well, her large wolf seemed sad, her sister had been shot by Farosi. If only they went with them it would all have been alright.

After emptying a few of the dips of their water Sansa stood up and carefully navigated her way towards the edge of the rock which the sea had carried herself and Lady, as well as remnants of sails which she had made into a rough blanket. Sansa grabbed some sea weed from the edge of the rock, almost slipping at one point but she managed to get a hold of the rock just in time. Lady watched her as she collected the sea weed to eat before walking off somewhere looking for sea creatures which often washed up. Lady could eat crabs and sea snails, but Sansa couldn't, especially not when they were raw. As she did every day she climbed to the top of the rock and watched for a passing ship. Every day she saw some but, no matter how hard she waved, they never saw her. She ate her seaweed and watched. For ten days now, she had been doing this routine, she and Lady went to sleep each night, her loyal wolf keeping her warm, and in the morning they would look for food. After that they sat together looking for a ship.

Two times that day Sansa spotted ships and she shouted, waved her shawl and jumped up and down but they didn't see her. After it happened the second time she screamed in frustration and kicked the ground, her foot was cut on a sharp edge of rock. Again Sansa screamed and gripped her foot, blood flowing out of the wound and she cried. Again she had cried, she had cried every day of the Hell. She wondered that if she died would her body ever be found. Would Joffrey ever come looking for her, would anyone care? She tried walking towards the shelf of rock where she thought she could make a bandage from the sails but in the end she had to crawl, if she even tried to put pressure on her foot the pain exploded through her. She crawled there where she pulled out the knife which had been washed ashore on her second night there and Sansa cut a length of sail from her blanket and wrapped it around her foot. It was a bit easier to walk now but still hurt so she found a piece of driftwood to use as a cane.

The next morning she woke up and crawled out to find it was still raining. She hated walking in the rain so she and Lady waited for over an hour until the rain changed from a deluge to a light drizzle. Still using her make shift cane she found some water to drink and then began looking for seaweed, but she only found a few pieces. When she tried to climb to the top of the rock she lost her footing on a wet rock and fell, the wind being knocked out of her and her head dazed. She sat up in time to see the cane being washed into the water before she could get it back. That was the moment she wept that day. She tried to climb to the top of the rock but now it was impossible. Lady remained with her though. The two sat together all day, Sansa's arms wrapped around her, near the sea.

That night she dreamed that she was in a bedroom, a comfortable room, not any that she knew, but it was warm and welcoming, the sound of running water close by. A warm motherly hand stroked her hair as comfortable blankets surrounded her. It all faded away and and Sansa didn't want to open her eyes, knowing that she would see her shelf of rock again and her shredded blanket. Sansa thought she could hear footsteps, but it soon became nothing more than the usual sound of the sea. Eventually she knew what she had to do. Sansa crawled out to see the sun beating down on the sea, the rock as dry as a bone where the water did not touch it. She knew there was no chance of water, but she needed to find food. Soon she climbed out from under the rocks and, down by the point where rock met water, Sansa saw something different. There was a wicker basket there so Sansa made for it quickly, limping heavily, she reached the basket and opened it, almost sobbing with joy at what she saw inside, there were apples, cheese, bread and slices of ham as well as a skin of water. Sansa grabbed an apple and bit deeply into it, the burst of flavor almost painfully good in her mouth after days of salty seaweed. In a few seconds the apple was eaten, nothing but the core left, and Lady was sitting next to her, waiting patiently. Sansa picked up most of the slices of ham and fed them to her wolf who happily licked her in return. Sansa took the basket to a shaded spot and sat there for a while, eating some cheese and she wished she could thank whoever had made the food for her. It must have gone overboard from a ship and it would keep her alive. Maybe she could survive this and find a ship to take her home.

She just needed to find a ship. She looked out across the sea, wishing, praying that someone would find her eventually.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will see you next time.

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