DEATH BY HANDS OF VALONQAR
Stick them with the pointy end.
That was what Arya had said. She have carried the dagger ever since but she never thought she was capable of using it. She hadn't use it at Battle of Winterfell. But now she realized the only thing it took was a little killer instinct.
She wasn't even supposed to be here. Though part of her always knew she would return to this wrenched place eventually, she never really admitted to herself.
The guards were really the first ones who ran. They were everywhere. But no one actually bothered catching her. They had been fighting for their lives. King's Landing was burning.
She focused on finding Arya. Her life was in danger. It was one of the most terrifying moment when she had find out one of her guards was actually faceless-man. They were after Arya. Because after killing the Night King she had served her purpose. And she knew too much.
Sansa had made her way to throne room. Arya's squad was there. Arya was fighting a man with long light-brown hair. Hound was busy with Mountain and Jaime was bleeding out on the floor. His life was fading. Above him sit Cersei, Jaime's head was lying on her lap. Cersei was screaming, crying and laughing(?).. Hound stroke his final blow on Mountain. Cersei didn't even notice her. It was clear that Jaime's death killed her on the inside. But of course she wasn't going to let them have this satisfaction. She started running.
She ran so fast that when she came face to face with Sansa it was too late. A dagger had been stabbed to her gut.
They stared right into each other's eyes. Then Sansa drew the dagger back and Cersei fell to the ground.
Cersei looked at her to contemplate what was happening. "Little dove…" she whispered and laughed. An insane hysterical laugh. There was blood coming from her mouth while tears streamed down from her eyes.
"It is you. It has always been you." She sobbed. "I killed him… I killed him for nothing…"
Sansa eyed the woman who once had all the power in the world. There was not hate in her blue eyes this time. She almost pitied her. There was nothing left of her now. Except hatred.
"Everything you are now is because of me." She coughed blood while talking. "I was kind to you, I saved you from marrying Joffrey."
Lies. All lies, Sansa thought. The diabolical woman was seeing everything with the way she wanted to see.
"If you kill me now, part of me will always be with you."
Oh, I know, Sansa thought. Small part of Ramsay was still inside of her soul. Was it the way of death? she wondered. Was this what Arya felt when she killed someone?
There were still tears in Cersei's eyes and blood in her gut and mouth as a result of her injury. Sansa extended her pale white hand to Cersei's neck and choked the life out of her.