She was quickly walking down the corridor from her chambers where she left Shae toward the bathing rooms. Before then Shae and her were arguing over Tyrion and Sandor, Shae found out about her and Sandor and told Sansa she knew and that Sansa had to tell Tyrion.
She knew Sandor was nearby and Tyrion was coming to escort her to lunch as he always did before their wedding.
She was frustrated and upset. She didn't want to see anyone. She heard Shae following her and following her was Sandor. She darted into the bathing rooms. Knowing there was no lock she found a way to keep them out. Outside the door she heard Shae and Sandor and Tyrion. They wanted to know what was going on. Shae kept saying she didn't understand why Sansa would run into here.
She kept silent, trying to muffle her sobs. The pictures in her mind were driving her mad. The crossbow. His head. Joffrey. She kept seeing those pictures in her mind. It wasn't the first time.
She looked over at the in-ground tubs. She knew what she had to do. Before everything was ruined. More ruined than it is now. To stop the pictures. To stop everything. She stepped toward the in-ground tubs then looking back at the door hearing whispers of the three.
She looked down in the filled tub. She sat down on the stone floor and took off her shoes and slowly slipped into the warm water. She knew they probably heard. Shae called out "Sansa? Are you alright?" Sansa didn't answer.
Shae was the person she could trust the most. But that wasn't stopping her from what she was doing. Their whispers continued.
She was fully clothed in the tub. The pictures weren't stopping. The crossbow. His head. Joffrey. Over and over. She didn't want to do this but she did.
She turned to face the edge of the tub, holding on to it. Taking deep breaths and looking up at the door again. She looked down into the water, her tears dripped into the water. She whispered " I'm sorry" over a thousand times.
Now Shae, Sandor and Tyrion were desperate to get in.
She ducked into the water. She was still holding on to the ledge. Her head was in the water. She held her breath as long as she could. She was quickly running out of air. A part of her wanted to stop and realize this would be pathetic of her to do. The other part was telling her she had to do it. The pictures were still there. The crossbow. His head. Joffrey. She started to struggle to keep her head under the water.
"How much longer?" she asked herself every second. She didn't see the crossbow, his head or Joffrey any more.
She was close. So close…