Hello! This will be my first Game of Thrones FF, I really hope you enjoy it and feedback is ALWAYS appreciated. Again, this is my first GOT FF, so please be kind. Thank you!

~This section will be based on the TV show.~

After Mrycella's heartbreaking departure, the group of saddened Lannisters were lead out to a courtyard where they were heading on their way to the castle.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by a massive group of filthy peasants surrounding their every way, and all eyes were focused on Joffrey in his red, leathery suit.

"Hail Joffrey!" "Hail to the king!" "Seven blessings on you, your grace!" Obnoxious, sarcastic voices were heard clamoring throughout the yard, making the little king bubble under his lid.

"He's no king, he's a bastard!" "Please your grace, we're hungry!" The voices became louder as more and more peasants joined the shouting and clamoring.

Without a moment's worth of silence, Joffrey was struck on his check by a piece of brown, dry cow dung.

The knights surrounding the Lannister group all drew their swords and prepared themselves to protect the people inside their circle.

Joffrey lost his temper as he shouted, covering his flushed face, "Who threw that?! I want the man who threw that! Find the man who did that and bring him to me!"

All at once, the knights began shoving the writhing peasants back with their spears, making room for the king to escape safely.

"Kill them! Kill them all!" Lost in his blind rage, he was brought back when the Hound tightly wrapped his arm around him and snatched him in a headlock.

"What are you doing?! I want these people executed!" "And they want the same for you!"

The Hound began forcing Joffrey to safety, cutting down all the peasants that crossed his path with his sword, following the knights that were making a clear path for him.

From behind them, Sansa became separated from her maidens, horrified and trying to push her way into a safe zone.

Shoving her way through the violent crowds of people, she was accosted by an old man with yellowy teeth and a ferocious grin. Fearfully witnessing him, she turned around to find her way out, but only found herself in front of another man with the same smirk and lustful intentions clearly on his face.

Turning away from both of them, Sansa rushed herself down an alleyway, hoping for an escape and release from the two men. To her own doom, she was chased down by the two men followed by another monster who wanted to join the entertainment.

She heard them cackling and shouting vulgar obscenities behind her as she ran as fast as her feet could take her. Turning into another direction, her arm was harshly snatched by one of her attackers.

Using the only defense she could think of, she turned to him and slapped him across his cheek, the man hardly flinched as he walloped her across her face, leaving a red handprint that kissed her cheek.

The hit was hard enough for Sansa to fall on her stomach and try to crawl to her freedom, "Where you going?!" One man snickered as he began to rip her dress off her legs.

A man she could not see pushed on her arms and whispered into her ear, "You ever been fucked, little girl?" His breath smelled of bile, his fingernails dug deep into her skin.

All at once, two men flipped the struggling bird on her back as she whimpered and realized her arms were pinned down and her legs raised in the air.

The old man she saw smiled with his yellowing teeth, pulling his torso in between her legs and laughing at the tears streaking down her face.

Sobbing and screaming and wailing all at once, there was no hope left for her, no one could hear her and nobody was coming to rescue her.

No knight in shining silver was going to come galloping down on his horse and save her from these horrible monsters of men.

Her cries became louder and helplessly pitiful as she saw the man in between her legs began to unlace his trousers and grin down at her midsection, thinking the worst, she let out one more blood curdling scream

Suddenly being pulled off his knees, the old man was raised off the ground by his neck and eviscerated by a massive stranger in black armor.

The men stopped forcing and Sansa's sobs ceased as the gutted man flopped to the ground.

Sansa quickly recognized the misshaped face rescuing her, the Hound had turned to the man grasping her leg and stabbed him viciously in his back, spewing blood from his lips he fell to Sansa's side.

The last man attempted to slide past the Hound, but was caught in his grasp and his throat cut like an apple skin, releasing a flash of blood and a loud death rattle.

Sheathing his sword, Sansa panted, shaken and visually scarred from her previous attack. He turned to her and held out his hand, "You're all right now, little bird. You're all right."

Taking his hand graciously, she was brought to her feet momentarily and then gently slung over his shoulder. The Hound stomped away from the blood-drenched sight, looking back to the scene, Sansa caught a glimpse of her attackers bleeding out on the floor motionless, giving her slight satisfaction.

All at once, her terror was left behind as the Hound carried her away.

~This section will not be based on the show.

Later that night...

Sansa was escorted back to her chambers by a knight, the two said nothing as Sansa's memories flooded back to her. The stench of their breaths, the laughter in their voices, the way they all gandered at her body like she was an enticing piece of meat.

When the knight opened her door for her, Shae pulled her inside without another word and shut the door behind her.

Shae, being with Tyrion, has already been told every detail of what happened. She prepared a warm bath for her and a new change of clothes, but seeing the look on Sansa's face made her hardened shell soften.

"Sh-Shae... I-I was so-..." The handmaiden embraced her in a comforting grasp, shushing her into her messy hair. "It's all right now, no one can hurt you here." The frightened girl looked Shae in her eyes and sobbed, "You weren't there! Shae, I was so scared! They abandoned me! They abandoned me to go and protect Joffrey, they forgot about me and left me with those-... with those..."

The foreign maiden shook her head and comforted Sansa, "They would not have forgotten you, it was their duty to protect their king."

"But they left me! My maidens that were with me, Thea and Arabella, completely left me alone with the raging crowd of people."

"They were just as scared as you, only more selfish. Come, get into the bath and get cleaned up. You'll feel better."

Sansa nodded her head as she was lead into the bathroom, Shae sat her down in a seat and began untangling her hair. She carefully removed the ruined bun and braids that hung by her face and brushing out her long hair.

The bruises where Sansa was grabbed stung when Shae lifted her dress over her head. Sansa shut her eyes and hummed when her body became descended into the warm water Shae sat in the chair next to her and dumped a pitcher of water over her head.

Taking in a deep breath through her nose, Sansa leaned against the porcelain tub and relaxed her aching bones.

Sansa cleared her throat and asked, "What is to become of the peasants?"

"Most of the peasants that were down in the yards are either bleeding or have already bled out, Joffrey does not care about them."

Sansa felt her rubbing her scalp with a sweet smelling soap, small bubbles appeared when the soap began to lather.

A knock on the door came about when Shae finished scrubbing her scalp, she stood from the chair and rinsed her hands in the bathwater, "Rinse your hair, i'll be right back."

Shae left the bathroom and shut the door behind her, her dress grazed against her legs as she walked towards the door.

Opening the wooden door, she was startled to find the Hound and his glaring eyes staring down at her. Calming her senses, she addressed him, "Can I help you, my lord?"

"I need to speak with Lady Sansa."

"She isn't exactly in the appropriate attire right now, she's taking a bath."

"How is she?"

Shae glances back to the bathroom door and then back to him, "She's shaken up, but she isn't hurt. A few bruises and scratches but she'll be live."

He nods his head, "After she's done, the king would like to have a word with her."

"Can't this wait until tomorrow? She's tired and she needs her rest."

"I'm not paid to take orders from maids, send her down when she's finished."

The Hound walked away without another word, leaving Shae to give him an annoyed stare as he disappears down the staircase.

Slamming the door, she stomps back into the bathroom, finding Sansa's head above the water and her eyes widened.

"The king wants to have a word with you." Shae grunts sharply, Sansa's eyebrows forward as she stands to get out of the tub.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Hurry, get dried off."