Sansa I
The last thing she remembered before waking up where, well where ever here was, was Renly coughing and spluttering as an arm grabbed her and a bag being pulled over hers eyes, then she was half dragged half carried down to wear she could hear what sounded like waves, that was when she had tried to make a run for it, but her captives had been too strong for her.
Now as she slowly gained her bearings, she found herself lying on a bed in what felt and looked like a small cabin on a ship. She slowly sat up, putting her feet on the floor, she scanned the room looking for a way to escape but all she could see was a tiny window, too high for her to reach and a solid wooden door.
As she was inspecting the door for weakness or cracks to look through, she heard noises which sounded like footsteps on the wooden planks. She rushed back to sit on the small bed just as the handle twisted and a tall muscly man with a hook nose, bushy eyebrows and a triangular brown beard entered and he looked somewhat familiar but she just couldn't seem to place it until she saw the Sigil he wore.
"You're one of the Kettleblack Brothers, you're knights who serve the realm why have you taken me," she questioned, rather scared about what this man was going to do to her.
Instead of grabbing her or answering her question though he simply replied "Follow me."
Knowing she didn't have a choice she followed silently behind him, taking in everything she could, as was led through what she could defiantly tell was corridors on a ship, until they reached what she believed was the bow of the ship. The Kettleblack brother opened the door but wait while she entered before closing the door after her.
"Ah your awake, I'm sorry they had to be forceful but it was for your own protection. I had to save you so you didn't end up like you mother, I promised her I would protect her but i failed now I must protect you," said a short man whom was of slender build and leaning over a desk studying his a map with his back to her, so she couldn't see his face but she knew that voice. That voice whom had sat next to her at the Tourney of the Hand and whispered in her ear.
"You! There is a price on your head, Lord Baelish, you are no longer a friend of my family."
"But you have no family, your mother and father are dead betrayed by their king who did not protect them, your sister doesn't care for you , one of your brothers is missing, Robb left you in the capital not even waiting to see you get married and Rickon is too young to probably even remember you as you haven't seen him in 3 years. They don't love you but I do that why I took you from that harsh place," he angrily preached to her, "because I care for you as I loved your mother," as he finished speaking he walked over and too her disgust embraced her.
She tried to wiggle out of his embrace but he held on too tight.
"Don't worry dear, your safe now, we are heading you the Eyrie, I have married your aunt, see you still have family that loves!" he whispered to her before kissing her on the cheek and escorting her back to her room.
She couldn't believe Petyr thought he was saving her, she was taken away from people who were familiar to her and was being brought to an aunt she had never met, a cousin who was still breast fed and Petyr who her father had told him had started the war by blaming the attack on her brother Bran on Tyrion.
It had now been about a week since she was captured and they arrived at Baelish's tiny crumbling tower which was his lordship two days ago and now they were approaching the Eyrie. She could see it in the distance and it was spectacular but it scared her. Even though Petyr said he had saved her and she was free, the Kettleblack brothers had not left her unguarded at all. She had discovered that the Kettleblack brothers had been in the employment of Littlefinger all along as their father was one of his men-at-arms. He had been planning something like this for a while and that scared, she just hoped her brother or even Wilas would find her soon, but shew knew as soon as she got in the Eyrie the chances of them rescuing her were slimmer.
She had heard the legends of armies smashing themselves against the Bloody gate in the Age of Heroes, and how the only time it was taken, was when Ser Artys Arryn flew up to the Eyrie and slayed the Griffin King but there was no proof of that. She prayed to the old gods that she would be kept safe and Robb would find her. She wondered why her Aunt had helped in this but she knew from experience that Littlefinger could be manipulative; she only hoped that having been in King's landing all this time, she could be Manipulative as well.
Author's Note
Hi everybody, thank you for all the reviews and encouragement. I hope this chapter is okay. Sansa is not my strongest character to right I feel but I needed it from her pov.
Are there any charters that you would like a POV written for, Maybe Edmure, Beric or Mace or any others let me know and I will see if I can make them work in the story.
