Hey, I'm currently reading "A Storm Of Swords", and I was soooo excited by a Sansa/Willas marriage, but as always, GRRM broke my hopes by marrying Sansa to the Imp (still love him though, that writer is a GOD). Anyway, I wanted to write my own story, where Sansa does not marry Tyrion, so... Enjoy!

Oh, btw, I'm French, so if you see any mistake, just tell me, please! :D

I do not own anything, save my imagination, and only do this for pleasure and entertainment!

Here we go!

Sansa ~

Rain was running down the window and the thunder was roaring loudly. Roaring like a lion, Sansa thought. Even when she was alone in her chambers, she couldn't stop thinking about the Lannisters. She was surrounded by lions. Happily the Tyrells were here and they were all sweet and nice to her, specially Margaery, who grew to be her closest friend here in King's Landing.

As the wind screamed against the walls of the Red Keep, her thoughts started drifting away, and she found herself thinking of her family. She missed her lady mother and her eldest brother Robb. She missed her lord father and Bran and Rickon who were dead and Arya, who was probably dead too. She missed Lady, her direwolf who was killed under the queen's command. Winter is coming, she thought, cursing the rain. Never before her family's words had seem more true than now.

A soft knock on the door brought her back to reality. "Who's there?" she asked loudly.

"It's just me!" a sweet feminine voice answered as the door opened slowly. Margaery Tyrell wore a deep green woolen gown and her long brown locks laid down on her shoulders. She entered the room quickly and closed the door behind her. The expression on her face planted doubt in Sansa's mind. She seemed worried, and sorry.

"What is it? What happened?" Sansa hurried to ask.

"The Lannisters plan to have you married to Lord Tyrion the Imp. They heard of our plan to wed you to my brother Willas, Varys must have learned somehow. Sansa, they want to keep you here as their hostage."

Sansa sat on her bed, and tears began to flow down her cheeks. As usual, as soon as she started to be happy (as happy as she could get), the Lannisters took it away from her. She gazed up at Margaery who was coming close to her. She sat beside her and grabbed her hands. "But we are not going to let this happen. They didn't announce publicly their plan, and we are not supposed to know this. My lord father will come to Lord Tywin and tell him that you are to wed Willas, if you agree. Even the Hand can't break a betrothal. We just have to be quicker than they are."

First, Sansa was relieved by her friend's announce but then she remembered what Ser Dontos had told her in the godswood. These Tyrells are only Lannisters with flowers. It's your claim they mean to wed. She couldn't allow her to trust anyone beside her Florian. But nothing could be worse than Joffrey and the Queen. Sansa had to make a choice. It was either stay in King's Landing and wed the Imp, to remain Cersei's hostage, either flee to Highgarden and wed Willas Tyrell to become Lady of Highgarden. She didn't think twice about it. "I agree, I will go to Highgarden and marry Willas." she aid in a flat voice. What did I just do? The Queen's wrath will follow me.

"Perfect. I'll tell my lord father, we must not lose any time." she said in a cheerful voice. She started rising from the bed when Sansa caught her wrist.

"Margaery wait, how did you know the Lannisters wanted to wed me to the Imp?"

"Varys may think he's the only one who has spies everywhere, but he forgot my grandmother. Lady Olenna has spies too." And with that, she left the room, leaving Sansa alone with her thoughts.

"Sansa Tyrell, the Lady of Highgarden" she said, trying to get used to the sound of it. It didn't sound bad. Actually, it sounded pretty pleasant, better than "the Imp's wife" for a certainty. Only now she realized the rain had stopped. She thought it might be a omen, that her grief and pain would stop with the rain, now that she was about to leave Joffrey an his evil mother. The thought of it gave her a smile, and for the first time in a long time, she went to bed dreaming about ladies and gallant princes.

The gods heard my prayers, I am safe.