I Am A Wolf Not A Bird
Sansa Stark buried her face in the palms of her hands; her father was dead, her septa was dead, her sister was missing, her brother was fighting a Lannister army, and she...she was doomed to live in King's Landing with a monster for a king. How was it possible that she had once thought him kind, brave, and gentle?
"My lady," Shae said as she entered her lady's bedchamber. "The king has commanded your presence in the throne room. Right away."
The Stark girl removed her head from her hands and stared at the foreign handmaiden in front of her. "Help me dress."
Nodding her head, Shae opened one of the various trunks scattered around the room, removing a deep blue southern dress. "My lady, will this suffice?"
"Yes." Sansa replied, removing her dirty night shift and slipping into one that was freshly laundered.
Upon arriving at the doors that lead to the throne room, Sansa froze. Did Joffrey just request her presence because he wished to humiliate her further? Was Ser Meryn Trant going to be present as well? Sansa did not wish to be hit in front of a court room of people.
"My lady?" A Lannister guard near the door questioned, giving the young woman before him a queer look.
"Open the doors." Sansa commanded as she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. She was of Stark blood, and she was going to show these Lannisters what a wolf truly was.