Chapter 9
Sansa Stark
Sansa stepped back into the Hound, his metal armour rough against her dress. He pulled her behind him. Fear spiked through Sansa as the Hound pulled out is long sword from its scabbard. She took suit and pulled the short dagger from her cloak.
"Stay behind me little bird, this will end soon." Sandor jumped into battle and attacked the closest guard.
With one great swing Sandor took the guards hard from his shoulders, his body went limp and his head rolled to the floor. Sandor moved to the next but did not have a clean shot of taking the guards head. The Hound battled three of the kingsguard at once but that left one that was coming closer to Sansa. She did not know this guard but he spoke to her as if he knew her very well.
"Put down the dagger Sansa and let Joffrey take you." He smiled at her through the helm.
"Never." Sansa relied as she put all the strength into her legs. She pulled one long elegant leg up and placed it with a forceful kick into the centre of the guard's chest. He stumbled back and fell flat on his bottom.
When she landed on her feet Sansa did not waste a moment until she was on the guard again, ripping his helm off. Once the guard's face was exposed she saw a long scar stretching from one side of his face to the other. She took no notice of his hideous face, she only lifted the dagger and drove it into his eye, as far as she the dagger would go. At first he struggled but by the time Sansa pulled the dagger out his body had gone limp and lifeless. This was the first time Sansa had killed a man but she enjoyed the feel of blood on her hands.
She climbed to her feet but only to be grabbed from behind. She knew that it was Joffrey because all the other guards were fighting Sandor or at least two were. The third was dead.
"Before I kill you I'm going to take you." He growled into her ear.
Sansa screamed at the top of her lungs which seemed to shock Joffrey and that was all that she needed. The two of them were off balance as Sansa spun around and held her dagger high, hoping to slash Joffrey's throat open. She missed but she sliced his check wide open.
Joffrey lifted his hand to his bloody face as they stood facing one another. "How dare you! I am your King!"
"No." Sansa lifted the dagger again. "Robb is my King. I am from the North and he is my Liege."
Screaming again she dove on Joffrey, he caught her in mid air but she threw her legs around his waist. It was a great vantage point for her because she was able to swing herself onto his back. She placed the dagger on his slim neck.
"Any last words Joffrey?" She asked as he froze like a statue.
He stuttered. "You can't… I am your king." He sobbed the last word.
Sansa had had enough of him, she swung the dagger around his throat hard and fast. They both went crashing to the ground. Joffrey was laid on top of her squirting blood out of his throat when Sandor came to help.
He smiled down at her. "My little bird is stronger than she looks." Sandor shoved Joffrey's dying body off of Sansa. "He deserved it."
Sansa took Sandor's hand and climbed to her feet. She looked down at her grey gown. "Damn." She spoke quietly. "I have blood all over my dress." The two of them laughed together. Seriously Sansa looked down at Joffrey. "I want his head."
Sandor obeyed silently and took Joffrey's head with one swift swing. Picking the head up, he bent on one knee and dangled the head before her. "This is a gift for my little bird, Sansa Stark the Great King slayer."
Sansa grabbed Joffrey's head by the hair and walked to the throne room. Sandor was hot on her heals as she stormed to the heart of the castle. People ran past them as she walked but they gave no attention to their Kings head. The throne room was not guarded and it was empty. Sansa walked to the Iron Throne and sat on the metal chair. She placed Joffrey's head at her feet and waited for who would come for them, whether it be her brother or Joffrey's family.
