Chapter 7

Sansa Stark

"My Lady." Ser Sandor Clegane's voice ruffled the leaves of the weirwood. "My Lady." This time he spoke more softly to Sansa.

"What is it good Ser?" Sansa remained on her knees before the weirwood with her eyes closed lightly. Sandor Clegane knew not to disturb her when she was praying and he also called her Lady instead on Little Bird, there had to be something wrong.

Sandor stepped closer to Sansa but tried to keep his distance. "Robb is only a few miles away. We must prepare ourselves as soon as we can."

Sansa felt a little flicker of excitement run across her skin. "Protocol 1, get me my sword Sandor. I am to take Joffrey's head."

When she rose to her feet her dress was covered with mud where her knees had dug into the ground. Sandor bowed low as she walked passed him back towards the castle. She hated leaving the Gods wood but with Robb so near she needed to prepare herself. Once Cersei had known that Robb was three days ride she had close eyes put on Sansa but it was Sandor who had threatened to kill them if they gave Cersei any information on the two of them. Thankfully it had worked and the Queen knew nothing of their plans.

The plan consisted of The Hound getting Sansa a sword he had gotten her specially made and chopping Joffrey's head off. The Hound wasn't fond of that plan as much so the deal was when Robb was so close to the City Sandor would go to his King and he would do the deed. It was dangerous for him to do that and Sansa knew that. When he had told Sansa of his intentions Sansa said that they might just wait for Robb to come but Sandor grabbed her by the wrist and pressed her palm against his face, the side that was smooth and untouched by flames.

"My little bird." He whispered. "If I am not to return will you remember me?"

Sansa was so overwhelmed that she embraced Sandor in her arms and told him that he would return and she would make sure of it.

"My lady." A guard at Maegor's Holdfast entrance welcomed her.

Sansa stopped and smiled gently at the young man who was garbed in Lannister armour. "Where is Queen Cersei?" She asked him in such a king tone that the man smiled back at her.

"My Grace is at the top of the Holdfast, in a bedchamber. She is still ill." The last bit he seemed reluctant to add.

When had the Queen become ill? Sansa wondered. She thanked the guard with a soft touch of reassurance on his forearm as she passed him. Sansa did not speak to Sandor in Maegor's Holdfast, she never did. There were too many spiders in the wall to trust any word that might come out of her own mouth.

Eventually they found the Queen, she was alone in a room that once her and Jamie had shared when they were younger or so it was rumoured. As Sansa knocked on the door she felt for the dagger that was hidden deep within the folds of her cloak. First Sansa would ask the queen how close Robb was, and then just to reassure her that she was on the Lannister's side she would spin a web of lies of how she would kill her own brother with her own hands just for being a traitor. It was all lies of course, tonight she would open Cersei Lannisters throat for being the bitch she had been all these years.

"Come in Child." Cersei spoke softly through the door.

Sansa slid through a small opening of the door. The sight before her shocked her into gasping. Cersei was on the large feather bed with the silk curtains that hung from the wooden posts closed. She has never seen the Queen like this. Quickly Sansa rushed to her side.

She spoke in a rush of words. "Cersei, what ails you?"

Cersei coughed and spluttered before speaking. "It is Queen Cersie for you." She reminded Sansa. "Death, I fear someone has poisoned me." Cersei coughed again.

It was Sansa dream to see Cersei die but as she lay there before her Sansa could not help the overwhelming feeling that engulfed her. She was not sure if the feeling was sorrow or joy. All Sansa could do was stare at her as she lie limp and lifeless as her last breaths fluttered in the air above.

"Do not be sad Sansa, I thought this was what you wanted. After all this is what you came to do, is it not?" She knew Sansa plan but how did she know? No one had said a word to the Queen without her knowing.

Quickly Sansa tried to defend herself. "I came to see you to speak of news of my traitor brother."

A light chuckle came from Cersei's lips. "After all this time in Kings Landing I believe you have learned how to lie well Sansa." She paused for a second and Sansa thought Cersei was dead until she spoke again. "It is true your traitor brother is close and that is why I have been poisoned."

"I have not done this to you my Grace." Sansa moved the silk curtain and sat next to Cersei Lannister. She moved close and whispered lightly into her ear. "I would have like to though. After all you have done to me and your bastard son Joffrey, I would have liked to. There is still a chance of me killing you before the poison does." Sansa laughed darkly as she looked upon Cersei pale face. "I won't though, too many people would know it was me."

Cersei did not seemed shocked by what Sansa had said, she just replied in a cool voice. "Stop my pain Sansa, slit my throat with the dagger you have hidden in you cloak."

Once again Sansa laughed darkly and grabbed the queens golden blonde hair, she yanked her head back hard. "Now why would I do that?" Sansa looked at the horror and pain in Cersei's eyes.

Sansa's auburn hair dangled freely onto Cersei's face. How Sansa enjoyed this was quite terrorfying, she had gone from the good little bird she was when she arrived with her father in the retched city called Kings Landing. To a girl who enjoyed the pain she was inflicting on Cersei Lannister at that very moment. She released her hair but before pulling away she placed a soft kiss on Cersei's soft lips.

"I am death." She whispered. "And I have placed the final kiss upon your lips Cersei Lannister."

The Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister took her last breath then. Her eyes closed for the last time. Sansa straightened the Queen up, tucking the bed sheet under her arms and moving her hair so she looked pretty again.

As she opened the door Sandor Clegane stopped pacing and faced her. She pay no heed to him but she faced the guard and gave her most sorrow filled look.

"Send message to the King." She took the guards hand into her own. "The Queen Regent, Cersei Lannister past into the realm of the dead just now."

The guard looked at her shocked. He shook his helmeted head in disbelief but soon hurried off down the stairs. She turned to Sandor then but as he opened his mouth Sansa shook hers.

"Come my sweet night we must go back to the God's wood and prey for the Queens safe passing." Sansa slid her arm around Sandor's and lent on his armoured shoulder, her ran a gloved hand through her thick hair.

The two of them walked in step as they went the short journey down the steps to the bottom of Maegor's Holdfast. Out in the court yard the news had spread fast around the red keep. People began to rush passed the two of them and up the stairs to where Cersei lay dead in her bed. Sansa could feel a frown on her face but on the inside she wanted to laugh so hard that it was cruel. She had to stop herself. Sandor had a tight grip on Sansa's arm as he lead her towards the Gods woods where they could speak freely.

When they were deep into the forest at the Weirwood Sandor released her and spoke freely.

"Did you slit her throat Sansa." He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. "Did you?" Concern was in his eyes.

Sansa laughed sadistically. "I had no need. Someone had poisoned her but I was the last person Cersei Lannister laid eyes upon. Oh did it feel good!" She shouted to the tree god.

Sandor grabbed her by the chin and made her face him. "My little bird you should have called for someone before she died. The King will think it is you now."

Sansa shrugged her shoulders and moved away from his grasp. She spun on her heels. "Let them come!" She laughed again. "It was all her fault! The reason Bran fell from the tower, the reason the war started. Yes Joffrey played a part but this all boils down the her."

She placed a hand onto Sandor's chest, he placed his on top of hers and slid his arm around her waist. "You just made my work a lot harder little bird." He smiled down at her.

It was only Sansa that he smiled at and only when they were alone like now. His smile was gorgeous, it made the hideous burn marks on his face disappear.

"My love." She stepped on her tip toes. "Kiss me before we are taken."

Sandor looked uneasy at first by the request but he complied by closing his eyes and placing a gentle kiss upon her lips. Sansa had to rid herself of Cersei's kiss of death and Sandor was the only person she wanted to kiss. His lips lingered on hers for a while. It made the whole world disappear. The distant sound of shouting and what sounded like a battering ram.

It hit Sansa then, her eyes shot open and so did Sandor's as he sensed her fear. It was a battering ram she could hear. Pulling away from Sandor she grabbed the loose dress from the floor and ran for the gate. The Hound was close behind her but the armour he wore was heavy and it made him pant for breath. As they came out of the Goods Wood they were confronted with Joffrey and his Kingsguard. She froze.

Joffrey smiled at her. "You killed my mother." He licked his lips. "Bring her to me so I can fuck her and kill the Hound. He is a traitor and he helped this traitor kill my mother."

The five of the Kingsguard stepped forward to take Sansa.