This is my first multi SanSan fic! It is inspired by Django Unchained and Red Dead Redemption. All characters are owned by my liege George R.R. Martin. Some lines are taken or slightly paraphrased from the show or books.
I'm determined to update weekly. I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback, criticism and even ideas are greatly appreciated. - Emily
Prologue: Sansa
She sat back in her chaise, enjoying the silence. Any moment of solitude she could find was treasured.
In the dim candle light she was able to make out the silhouette of her wedding gown. It was hanging up to prevent any wrinkles; no expense had been spared for the gown. All the best silks, laces and beads had been shipped in along with one of the best designers and seamstresses. No matter how beautiful the dress, how picturesque it had turned out; the feeling it invoked made her queasy.
These weren't the expected wedding jitters any maiden felt at the unknown. This intense nausea was brought on because she knew exactly what was to come. The kind of monster she was to marry. She already knew how her life was to be mapped out. All that this marriage meant was a stamp on the certificate of her prolonged torture.
She sighed as she got up to run her fingers across the bodice. Sansa remembered a time when the prospect of marrying Joffrey Baratheon made her heart stretch with joy. The first time she had laid eyes on the golden haired heir to the Baratheon Railway fortune was at Winterfell Manor. Almost 1,000 miles away from her current prison, San Antonio, Texas. The heat grows so unbearable she often feels she is in hell. She'd give anything to lie down in the fresh snows of Boulder, Colorado and just breathe in the bitter cold air.
Sansa never realized how sheltered she had been in Winterfell. She saw everything and everyone at face value. She was enamored by 's lavish gowns and abundant jewelry. The day her family had allowed the Baratheon/Lannister clan to roll through their wrought iron gates had unknowingly been their greatest mistake.
Everyone knew why Robert Baratheon had traveled so far north. They read the newspapers. He was hoping to expand the railway further west, but he needed one thing. Stark Steel. Her father had been wary from the start, knowing what Robert intended to propose. They had been childhood friends; her father was always a loyal friend. And so when Robert suggested merging companies he wasn't in the least bit surprised. The surprise came when Robert also proposed an engagement between Sansa and Joffrey.
If it hadn't been for her begging and pleading to allow such an arrangement, her family may still be whole today.
Sansa was snapped out of her reverie when she heard a clamor coming from the stables. She turned to her window and saw the stable roof was engulfed in a blanket of orange flames. She gasped when she saw one of Joffrey's prized stallions trample a ranch hand, instantly knocking the man unconscious.
Her bedroom door flew open, making her jump 20 feet in the air.
"Miss Sansa you must get out of here!" One of the house staff screamed.
"What is going on Shae?"
"Some outlaws are raiding the manor," Shae answered while throwing some of Sansa's possessions in a burlap bag.
"What about all the guards?" The Baratheon Ranch had an array of guards positioned about the whole property.
"Dead. The others are still away on business with Joffrey. It seems there were snipers hidden on the outcrops." The ranch was a large plot of land, in a canyon basically, surrounded by enormous raised rocky crags.
"Why am I leaving? Where will I go?" Sansa breathed in a mild state of panic.
Shae grabbed her by her shoulders and shook.
"You can't stay here. They will kill you. But not before they rape you bloody. You think being an heiress will save you? A cunt is a cunt. If anything it makes you an even sweeter prize."
Sansa cringed at her harsh language, but Shae was never one for propriety.
"There is a car out back. It is ready to take you out of here. But you must make haste!"
Sansa nodded. She started rushing around, gathering the basic essentials. Some of her more simple gowns, her hairbrush, a few under garments and a sturdy pair of riding boots. She paused at her bed side table. There laid a memento of better times. A doll her father gave her, before he was murdered. She hurriedly stuffed it in her bag.
She and Shae were out the door in the next instant. Sansa never even glancing back at the wedding dress.
Shae had Sansa's bag in one arm while the other was dragging Sansa along through the long and narrow hallways. She had never been through the servant's quarters. She was struck with guilt and sadness at the prospect of abandoning Shae. She was her one true friend in this pit of vipers.
The screams of the remaining dueling guards echoed off the walls of the mansion. The sound of exchanged gunfire rippled like a stone thrown in a still body of water. Though the sun had long since set, the house was alight with the glow of the titian colored flames.
They were almost at the servant's exit when one of the outlaws jumped out in front of their path, knocking the bag out of Shae's hand. This man was covered in dirt and soot, red welts spotted his face. His leather vest was singed and looked three sizes too large. He made to grab Sansa, she registered the murderous and lust filled look in his eyes. One Joffrey often wore. Before a scream even left her mouth she saw a flash of silver as Shae plunged a dagger in the man's throat. A sickening gurgle erupted from him as his body hit the floor with a crash. Shae searched his body and pulled a revolver out of a worn holster.
Shae collected the bag again then they were out the door. The fighting must have been concentrated near the north end of the manor, because there was nothing out back besides the vehicle taking her to salvation.
Sansa noticed it was Tyrion Lannister's model T; he was Joffrey's least favorite uncle. Most likely because Tyrion was actually a decent person.
Shae was ushering her to the back seat. Throwing the bag in as well.
"What about you, you must leave too!" Sansa said tearfully.
"There is someone I need to see. I'll be fine," Shae lifted up her skirts to show a gun strapped to her ankle.
A man swiftly materialized from around the corner. She threw her body to the bottom of the cab. She heard Shae turn to the man and start talking. Sansa popped up to her embarrassment when she recognized the man as Bronn; Tyrion's personal body guard.
Shae had finished instructing Bronn and turned to Sansa one last time.
"You will be safe with Bronn. Here take this," Shae handed her the revolver she took off the dead outlaw.
Sansa held the revolver like it was a scorpion. She placed it next to her softly.
Her only friend was dashing away. Though she was in a life or death situation she couldn't forget her manners.
"Shae!"
Shae skidded to a stop and twisted towards Sansa.
"I want to thank you. You're the only person I ever trusted here. One day I will repay you, I swear it."
Shae gave her a sad smile.
"Don't trust anybody. Life is safer that way." And with that she was gone.
Bronn slid into the driver's side.
"Okay Miss Stark, we're off. You might want to rest; it is going to be a long ride."
Sansa had a million and one questions but she felt sleep tugging at the edges of her eyes. There would be time for all that when she woke. After all, she was free now.