A/N: Right, so the review issue has clearly been resolved, and I was able to see what everyone said! So I'd like to give a huge shoutout to jean d'arc, Supremus85, purple sky always, NightSkyWolf, Master of Dragons God, KunnegAndris, Takai-taka, and Hunter1978 for their lovely reviews! To KunnegAndris on your suggestions - those were really good ideas about having Gendry help Arya break Ned out of the dungeons, so I might change the first chapter around when I edit this.I may have Gendry come with her but I was sort of thinking of them finding him injured after the attack on the Night's Watch recruits, so I also might simply add more detail on how exactly Arya pulled off her father's rescue to make it more believable. I'm going to post the third chapter now and then I'll likely get around to editing the beginning three chapters. I hope you all enjoy!


Chapter 3 - The Hostage of King's Landing

It was sunrise when thirteen-year-old Sansa Stark awoke to the entire castle in an uproar. She sat up in her bed and quickly ran a brush through her long red hair before hurrying out of her chambers to see what all of the commotion was.

"He escaped! The bloody hand escaped!" Several Gold Cloaks were shouting in the middle of the corridor.

"What's happened?" Sansa asked, worried.

But before her question could have been answered, she felt a rough hand on her shoulder and was spun around to face none other than her beloved, King Joffrey, and he looked angrier than ever.

"I'd hate to think you had anything to do with this!" he hissed, shaking her harshly and causing her to stumble backwards a bit.

"Do with what?" Sansa exclaimed, her sea blue eyes welling up with tears. She had no idea what in the seven hells was going on and she was really scared.

"Your father, he's escaped, and no one's seen your little cunt of a sister either!" Joffrey raged, slapping her hard across the face. "You helped them escape, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"What? No!" Sansa sobbed, turning away from him. "I swear I had nothing to do with it, I don't even know where they are!"

Joffrey didn't look convinced. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Lying to a king is punishable by death, you know."

Sansa shook her head violently. "No! Your Grace, you must believe me! I don't know where my traitor father or sister have gone but I swear to you I'd tell you if I knew!"

Hearing this, the young king simply smirked. "Of course, milady," he said. His expression softened a bit. "You'll have breakfast with my mother and I while we send some men to look for them, now go dress in something pretty." Then he walked away from her and disappeared around a corner.

Now Sansa was left in the middle of the corridor with tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She didn't know where her father and sister were, but wherever they were, they had abandoned her and now she was stuck here as a hostage of the royal family. It wasn't fair. In that moment, she regretted every disagreement she had had with them and wondered if she had been left behind out of some fault of her own. After all, she had been the one who had begged to stay behind...

Oh Father, Arya, where have you gone? She shook her head and wiped at her eyes before hurrying back into her chambers. She put on a rose colored dress and went to join the King and Queen Regent for breakfast, praying to the old gods and the new that her father and sister could escape the Gold Cloaks when they went looking for them.

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Arya woke up to the sun in her face and when she blinked a few times, she could see the kind gray eyes of her father staring down at her. He was slowly untangling her long hair with his fingers and seeing that she was awake, he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning, little love," Ned whispered as some birds chirped up in the trees around them.

"I'm not little!" exclaimed Arya indignantly, smiling at the sight of the beautiful sunrise.

Ned laughed. "Of course you're not," he said, tickling his young daughter under her arms. "Come on, we're going home to Winterfell - to your mother, to Robb, to Bran and Rickon. If we hurry we should be there in the next day or two."

"Alright," Arya agreed, nodding. "Do you think Sansa knows we're gone yet?" she asked after a few moments of silence, a worried expression on her face.

"Aye, I'd imagine so. I'm sure the entire bloody castle knows and they've sent out their damn Gold Cloaks already," Ned answered grimly. "Which is why we need to get going, come on."

He hoisted her up onto their horse again and untied it from a nearby tree before hopping up himself. "Hup! Go!" he yelled, slamming down the reins as it took off through the trees again.

Hanging onto her father for dear life, Arya asked, "What will happen when we get back to Winterfell?"

"We're going to rally the Northern houses and do everything we can to get your sister back, and to get that incest child off the throne for good," Ned answered roughly. "It's going to be a war of wolves and lions, and it's not going to be pretty, but winter is coming... and those Southerners won't know what hit them, but we'll be ready for it."

"They should've known not to mess with the Starks," Arya said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Because direwolves are vicious, and we're going to rip their precious golden manes off in one bite!"

Hearing this, Ned couldn't help but chuckle, and he nodded. "You're right, sweetling, those Lannisters have another thing coming to them."


Again, definitely going to clean this up after this chapter, I won't post any more chapters until I've edited these three but I wanted to put this up to give you all a sense of where this is going and to let you see Sansa.

Thanks for reading!