Listening to the spider had been one of her wisest decisions, Sansa decided.

The second she turned right she was greeted by a mass of twisting walls some intersecting others leading nowhere. A proper Labyrinth. Getting lost was the easy part of this section, Sansa thought looking around trying to figure where to go.

" Nothing's as it seems," She mumbled to herself repeating the words of Varys.

Sansa cautiously walked forward wary of all the places things could be hidden. Nothing had yet to attack her but she wasn't trusting the stone walls or Petyr to save her. He told her himself he wished he could help but couldn't. He had a duty or something equally restraining.

The young girl sighed wondering what he duty could be as she continued trying to navigate the endlessly confusing twists and turns. It is what she wanted after all, she reminded herself, careful what you wish for.

She must have been walking for a while. Without a watch to tell the time,Sansa had to rely on guessing based on how it felt. The twists and turns lead nowhere every time, no matter which path she chose. She tried keeping her hand on stone, knowing eventually she'd get out but she swore the walls all around her moved when she wasn't looking. The longer she stayed in the twisting walls the more she felt like something was watching her try to get through it.

With a huff, Sansa gave up on her hand on the wall method opting to just try going whatever way felt right. The problem was nothing felt right. Everything had an oppressive feeling that she should run and get out while she could. Her mind jumped to the minotaur myth and the labyrinth built around him to keep him there. She worried that maybe the Goblin King had something he wanted to be kept in his twisting paths rather than let it out onto the world. The thought scared her more than the Hound and his burnt face.

Belatedly, she realized her feet weren't the only ones sounding throughout the stone walls. The other ones sounded heavy with metal hitting each other due to the movement. Sansa tried to reason it away as maybe just a knight going through the King's labyrinth doing knightly things but her mind jumped to the fairies outside the walls and how cruel they were. If fairies who were supposed to be good injured others what would a knight who's supposed to be protecting people do?

That was when she started running.

Her feet seemed to almost skim over the hard rocks below her, the same kind the walls were made of, as she flew past turns and brown doors that lead nowhere. She continued running even when she hit a spider web, the silver threads tangling in her auburn hair. She continued running even when she couldn't breath any more because she heard the clanking metal again, the heavy footsteps faster and more hurried. Whoever it was was following her.

She only stopped when she hit a dead end, the stone wall towering higher than the others as if sentencing her to death. What little breath she had left was caught in her throat. She'd have to turn around, maybe she could outrun her shadow if she tried to find a new path. She knew it was hopeless, she had run down a long hall, no other turns were on this path for a while. If she was being followed like she thought they'd be on her in seconds.

Sansa steeled herself for what was coming. She took a deep breath before turning around and facing...

...a wall.

Sansa blinked at it for a second confusion erasing all thoughts before she remembered the labyrinth changed and moved constantly. The Labyrinth had saved her. Though now that she had a moment to look around the labyrinth had stuck her in essentially a box. Sansa wiped her hand down her face, wondering how many more hours she had of this.

"12 hours and 23 minutes" A voice sang.

Sansa really shouldn't be surprised with sudden voices where there weren't moments ago or things that could read her mind apparently. None the less, she flinched looking around for the newest creature.

Instead of a killer knight or spiders, Sansa found two birds sitting side by side on the wall that had blocked her path. The two sat on some overgrown vines that tangled along the wall. Both were a shimmering tail feathers, which were long enough to sweep across the ground even though they sat at eye level with Sansa, trailing into a deep red. She couldn't help but stare at the two beautiful creatures in front of her.

"Weren't you ever told not to stare?" The one on the left said in a much more muted tone then the first voice.

Sansa didn't know what to say, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

" Her mother told her, dear Jamie. When she was but a babe." The bird on the right sang knowing the answer.

" She is still a babe, Cersei."Jamie mocked

"Yes,yes. Just a Little Bird."

Sansa's head shot up, looking at the bird that could read minds.

" Oooh! We've angered her!" Cersei sang, flapping her wings in laughter

" What fear do we have for wolves? We are lions." Jamie proclaimed hopping up to a higher part of the vine, leaning down to get a closer look at Sansa. " I don't even think she's a wolf. More of a rat in disguise."

" A rat in furs, pretending she's a wolf!"

Sansa couldn't help but bristle at their comments. She had no idea their true meaning, only knew she was being mocked. " You two are far from lions!"

Cersei gave another sing song laugh, flying gracefully up to her twin. They hopped around each other for a few seconds before separating. The one Sansa swore was called Jamie flew over Sansa's head to the dead end that vexed her only moments ago. He found one of many uneven rocks that stood out against the wall to sit on, still looking as graceful as before.

" We are more lion than you know!" Called Jamie

"Lions with wings!" Cersei called back laughing

"If you two are lions, I'd hate to meet a bird." Sansa mocked back, tired of their laughing.

Cersei stopped her laughing, her brother on the other end still going. The bird's head tilted as if examining Sansa more carefully before. " Careful child." She warned the sing song quality in her voice disappearing to be replaced with an almost angry tone. " We are only the kindest lions you'll find. We will even help you through this Labyrinth."

" For a price."

Sansa jumped as Jamie's voice rang out far too close for her liking. Yet when she looked back, he was still at the other wall laughing. She shivered before looking back at the once singing bird.

" You think we're not lions," the bird reiterated, " Prove to us you're not a rat. We'll prove we're lions." If a beak could curl up into a smile, Sansa swore Cersei would have done so.

How does one go about proving they're not a rodent?

She could just show she's human but these birds thought they were lions. Clearly they didn't get biology. What else could she possibly say? Sansa looked around the small closed area of the Labyrinth hoping to find something. She saw something catch the still rising sun, an idea coming to mind.

" Would a rat be able to give lions a gift?"

Cersei's head tilted again, her wings moving to fix themselves at her side. She glanced over to her brother before looking at Sansa again. "Rats have nothing to give." She stated like it was a known fact.

Sansa felt her chest fill with something akin to hope. Finally something going her way. She reached slowly into her jean pocket, grabbing the first thing her hands touched. Sansa pulled out her hand toying with the small trinket before showing it to Cersei.

A small silver dragonfly.

It had been part of a necklace her half-brother Jon had given her when she was younger. The chain broke in a fight with Arya a year after she got it. She kept the pendent as a lucky charm despite the overwhelming fact it really wasn't. She mostly just liked holding it when her parents fought.

Cersei looked it, gauging whether or not it was worth anything. She hopped from the vine onto Sansa's hand her claws digging into her arm. After looking at it from several directions, the gold bird picked it up with her beak. Sansa felt her push off her arm flying in the air to her brother. Sansa couldn't help but stare at the red dots appearing on her arms at the loss of the bird. Quickly the girl rubbed the drops away, turning to look at the strange pair of birds.

Each one was staring at the girl with interest.

"Seems like we have a wolf after all." Jamie said giving sansa a strange look.

" Wolf in a lion's den." Cersei agreed.

Sansa gave a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping when she realized her gift was accepted by the lion birds. " You said you'd help with the labyrinth"

' We said we'd show you we're lions," Jamie clarified ominously. Sansa took a step back, suddenly aware of the damage birds could cause, her arm evidence from Cersei barely trying.

" Lions, little wolf pup, don't take well to people in their homes."

Sansa's eyes grew wide, her fears being confirmed. She stepped back again, her spine meeting the cool stone of the labyrinth.

" Lions are proud creatures, wolf." Jamie cooed, taking to the skies while his sister sat still on the wall. Sansa's eyes followed the flying one, fearing he'd dive at her.

" Lions are smart." Sansa's head snapped at Cersei, her foot resting against an oddly placed stone. She put weight on the stone causing it to move down with a loud kachunk. The cool stone behind Sansa quickly moved backwards. Sansa, who was leaning on it, began falling with it. The empty air the only thing willing to catch her. Sansa scrambled to grab something as the birds continued their high sing songy laugh. Her hands caught on something but it began falling with her,catching the light and blinding the girl.

When Sansa automatically went to protect her eyes she lost all purchase on the stone, falling into the nothingness below her.

It was a shorter fall then she expected, she told herself. She didn't even have time to scream before she hit the ground which was a lot softer than the stone above. She assumed it was the ground anyway. She hoped at least that gravity stayed the same.

With a groan, Sansa rolled over trying to get to her feet. She felt the end of the soft part of the ground give way to the same cold stone she has come to expect. Wonderful, still in the Labyrinth.

Sansa sat up, trying to scan her surroundings. It was dark with little light showing from the hole she fell through. Looking up it, it seemed sunlight was miles away. Sighing she looked elsewhere, the hole just reminding her of the annoying birds.

The place looked decrepted, well the parts she could make out. Spider webs were everywhere along with dirt and what looked like front of her lay the damn thing that blinded her. Picking it up she noticed it was a small gold coin, similar to the one Petyr tried to give her.

Her fingers roamed the entire thing,scanning the coin where her eyes couldn't. She felt words on the side, but without sight she had no idea what they could say. The coin felt strangely warm in her hands as if it was a living thing. Sansa made a quick decision and shoved the thing in her pocket, replacing her silver dragonfly.


The pool stirred, the calm waters disturbed by a passing Goblin's clothes. Despite the movement on the surface, Petyr stared at the pictures within. His face was a cold mask of indifference as he refused to look away.

"She shouldn't be this far. She should have given up…"Petyr brought a hand up to his pointed beard, wondering where he miscalculated the girl.

"She's in the Oubliette!" One of his many goblin's called, her sharp pointed face twisted into a mockery of a grin.

The king swatted the thing away, finally looking up from the pool before his throne. " She shouldn't even be in there! Regardless of where!" Petyr's hand rubbed his forehead as he closed his eyes. He needed to stop her. She couldn't get to the Castle. Not again!

No. Not again. She wasn't her. She was Sansa. The Goblin king rested his head against his monstrous throne finally knowing what he had to do.

" Tell the hound where she is." He commanded, the goblins around him scrambling to find the human." She'll lose hope when she's back at the beginning."

Petyr stood up from his throne, placing his hands behind his back and looking at the pool again, watching Sansa put the gold coin in her pocket. " And, Get. Me. Varys."