Sansa:
Sansa lay in bed, atop the covers, in her room. Her chambers were relatively safe, she wasn't likely to be visited and beat within them...that was always made into a public display. It was night now, she had already dined with Cersie, Joffery, and Tommen, and survived unscathed. She wished they would let her take a meal alone, but the Queen and Joffery seemed to delight in her discomfort.
But even in the safe confines of her chambers she was always reminded that she was actually still in the Lion's den. All of the furniture bore lion figures or heads, her bedding and curtians were of the Lannister colors: gold and red. With a sigh she got up and went to her balcony, stepping out into the muggy air, and leaned against the balcony railing.
She looked to the sea, and beyond, wondering what life in other lands was like. Then she recalled overhearing her father speak of a Targaryen girl. King Robert had wanted her dead, saying she posed a threat. Sansa's father had been against having the girl killed, so much in fact that he had deserted his Office as Hand of the King and had begun having his daughters and men pack up to head home to Winterfell. Sansa recalled with a stab of guilt the role she had played to bring her journey home to an end.
She had been stupid and niave, she had not yet seen the depth of Joffery's evil. She thought she loved him, she wanted to marry him, provide him heirs, and be a Queen. She had gone and told Cersie of her father's plans. If only she had kept her stupid mouth shut, her father and all his men may still be alive.
Her thoughts returned to the Targaryen girl. Sansa tried to recall the girl's name but couldn't, though if she recalled correctly the girl wasn't much older than Sansa herself. Last she had heard the girl was called "The Mother of Dragons," and "The Dragon Queen." Apparently she had three dragons and a fearsome army under her command. Sansa tried to imagine being only a few years older and finding the strength and courage to raise an army and travel across the sea to take a Throne she had never even seen. She could not begin to imagine it, she was not strong...not a heroine. She was a play thing for Joffery, though he never even dirtied his hands with striking her himself, he had his Knights do it for him.
She looked out over the darkened city, then closed her eyes and imagined it on fire. She pictured dragons swooping down and breathing out more destruction, then disappearing into the dark sky before coming around for another attack. She imagined the small folk of the city running for their lives, screaming at the sight of the merciless fire. Then Sansa thought of forest fires, how sometimes they would destroy entire forests, but she had been told sometimes it was necessary for new growth. That is what King's Landing needed, to be purged by fire so that a new and just ruler could take the Throne. Would it someday be the Dragon Queen?
The Lannisters were crushing all opposition, they had driven Stannis' fleet to the bottom of the harbor, and those that managed to survive the Wild Fire were forced to retreat when Tywin and his army swooped in and saved the day-for the Lannisters. The Lion's major allies consisted of the Tyrells and the Boltons.
Sansa smirked as she thought on that. The Tyrells were sidling up to the Lannisters because they wanted the Throne for themselves. And the Boltons were even more terrible than the Lannisters or the Tyrells. They carried their banner with the Flayed Man into battle to invoke fear and terror into their enemies. They were cruel beyond measure.
Sansa's Septa had once said to her, "If you ever wish to know if you are on the side of right, or the side of wrong, then look to your friends and allies. If they are good and just, then you most likely are as well. But if they are evil and untrustworthy, you may have to worry about your own character-and watch your back, because those sort of friends and allies will often turn on you at the first chance." Sansa wondered how she could tell which side she was on, she had no friends or allies.
Surely the Lannister's did not believe they could trust their allies. They were in for a nasty suprise if they did, and Sansa would like to be there and see them be betrayed and over run. She hated that she had come to a point in her young life where she would gladly witness the deaths of certian people. But all had been taken from her, and it left her bitter and empty, longing for justice that didn't seem to exist.
She had no faith, she didn't believe there were any Gods sitting in some celestial paradise doling out blessings to the good, and justice to the evil. If there were such Beings then where had they been when her family and so many others needed them? Why was evil allowed to prevail here and goodness all but obliterated? If there were Gods-be they old or new, they had been doing a piss poor job, and deserved none of her prayers or faith for they allowed her mother, brother Robb, and the whole of his army to be brutally murdered at The Red Wedding. Her youngest brothers were dead at the hands of Theon Greyjoy, a man she had grown up with at Winterfell. Jon Snow, her half brother still lived, but he was of the Night's Watch, and from the little bits of news she heard things were not going well at The Wall, how much longer might he live? And Arya, her sister was presumed dead, but she held out some hope that Arya escaped King's Landing somehow. Arya was always strong and defiant.
But when she thought of the Dragon Queen she felt an ember of hope glow in her heart. The Dragon Queen was real, she had summoned dragons back into the world, surely Lions would be of little harm to her. She imagined the Dragon Queen coming and burning the Red Keep, where Sansa was imprisioned by her enemies. Would the Dragon Queen be able to differentiate between the foe and the foe's captives?
Sansa leaned out over the balcony a little bit and whispered not a prayer, but a plea to the Mother of Dragons, "Bring your dragons...bring their fire. Kill the lions...let this wolf run free again."
