She had always loved songs about fair princes and beautiful maidens. In hindsight, she had been so very foolish.
Little bird, he had called her. His terrible scars, his rough voice and his harsh words had all frightened her – she used to think of him as a monster from a song, her song, the one who would try to take her from her prince, but her prince would save her, because that was what princes did...
Not her prince, of course. Now she knew. She had indeed been so foolish.
His handsome face and dark, dark, twisted soul. How could she not have seen when he had threatened her sister and lied and lied and lied?
Her golden prince. The words are bitter upon her tongue. She has no love for gold now, no more than she loves lions and knights and liars.
Sometimes she dreams of killing them all, the people who had wronged her, but when she realizes the magnitude and finality of death, she can no longer daydream of it. Life is too precious to take, even when a person does deserve to die.
Many of them deserve to. Traitors and monsters and liars, liars, liars, liars.
The lies and truths people had told her moulded into one and sometimes she could no longer tell apart friend from foe. Her father, for one. Not the first one, the one who had been hard and cold, like the lands he had ruled – she scarcely remembered him any more. She would now only think of her second father, the father of a bastard girl. A trickster, a shadow, a lie. The word is poison upon her lips.
"Love is poison," she remembered her words at night, the words of a woman she used to adore, the words of a woman who was now held prisoner in the city she once ruled.
My queen, my queen, my queen, my queen. How low have you fallen... As have we all.
She remembered how she used to envy her golden locks and silk skirts, how she used to dream of being as fair and lovely as her. She remembered her father's promises to make her queen, too, and a shiver went through her body as she imagined her brother's heavy crown upon her head.
What will become of me, I wonder?
The darkness offered no answer, and she closed her eyes.
A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I've ever shared with anyone – ever. I know that the writing's a bit jumpy and disjointed, but I was trying to capture Sansa's/Alayne's chaotic, nervous thoughts, so I think that's only to be expected. To be honest, I'm really surprised by how much I can relate to her character – particularly when I remember how I had once written her off as a snobbish, simple girl. She's really grown on me.
Anyway, feedback is really, really appreciated - I'd like to improve my writing and to do that I need help. If anyone thinks this is embarrassingly bad, let me know so that I can take it down, never upload anything ever again and go back to lurking. I mean it.