Five days Prior

Sansa walked alone through the long corridor. There were dark corners along the way. She felt a little afraid. She half expected someone to come up to her and grab her. And so it happened. "Don't scream Little Bird" a familiar voice whispered in her ear. It was Sandor who pulled her to a smaller corridor. "What is the meaning of this" she dared to hiss at him. "You'll be thankful later" Sandor told her, pulling her along. All the way to her room.

He pushed her into the room, pulling the door shut and locking it. "I will teach you to lie" he said. Sansa looked up at him confused. "Don't play a full with me. Not you, Little Bird, you who can play sweet lady to Joff and Cersei, but in the meanwhile cries herself to sleep" he told her. "How do you know" Sansa grew wide eyed. "His Grace orders me to stay watch by your door more often than you think" he said. Sansa sat down on her bed, gathered her skirts and folded her legs underneath herself. "You need to understand that life will never play fair. You shouldn't either" he said. "But…" Sansa tried. "No but. You will wed Joff, he will force himself upon you in the wedding night. You well have a child with auburn hair and green eyes" he said. "If it is a son Joff will name it and pay you no mind for at least a year. If it is a daughter, he will scarcely allow you time to recover from birth." Sansa's eyes widened at Sandor's words. "You don't want that" Sandor stated. Sansa looked at the ground. Like always, Sandor grabbed her chin and made her look at the ruins of his face. "You don't want that" he repeated. Sansa slowly shook her head. "No I don't" she muttered. "And that's why you need to learn how to sneak around. Without Varys and Littlefinger spotting you." Sandor told her. "How do I do that" Sansa asked him. "That I will show you. You have to better yourself at mummers play" he said. "I will be queen, not a mummer" Sansa argued. "Queen Cersei is very good at mummers play, you should be too. Never show Joff what you do or what you feel. Shield yourself from him" he said. "But…." Sansa said again. "Let me talk" Sandor putted a finger on her lips. Sansa nodded. "Joff will not pay you much mind. He will elope with the most different of woman, whores and highborn lady's alike. But he expects you to be faithful and to be touched by him only. Not fair" he said. "Not fair" Sansa echoed. "Be honest, would you want his children" he asked. "N-no" muttered Sansa."You won't have to. Joff is as stupid as Robert. He won't notice your child are bastards" Sandor looked down at her. Sansa flustered, it was like he could see right into her thoughts. "But what if Joffrey does get me pregnant" asked Sansa. "I will go to Pycelle. I'll make up some story and he'll make up a potion so you can abort the child" said Sandor. "But it is a child" Sansa cried out. "Live is merciless. You should be too" he only growled at her. "Now sleep it Is late" he turned his back to her. "I will" he muttered. "Good Little Bird" he turned the key in the lock, opened the door and left Sansa alone.