Sansa Stark
Sansa wept heavily. The tears overflowing her eyes wet her beautiful gown. She was being lifted by a knight of the Kingsguard out of Baelor's Sept. Instead of heading east to the Red Keep, they headed north and ducked into an alley.
Sansa was suddenly aware of where she was. She immediately started to hide her tears from the knight
I am a Stark of Winterfell.
The knight removed his tall helm and put on a dusty cloak over his Kingsguard armor. He hid his head from Sansa eventhough she could see his face. His eyes were a shade of soft grey like the morning mist. He handed her a cloak identical to his one. She put it on, covering her gown.
"Pray tell me, good ser," Sansa asked sweetly. "Where are we going?"
"He wasn't supposed to die, Sansa. He was... I'll explain later. Put the hood on."
That was strange. Robert's Kingsguard knights never called her by her first name. She put the hood on and followed the knight as he wandered to Cobbler's Square. A pair of gold cloaks whizzed past the two of them.
"We have to find the traitor's daughter." One said.
"Maybe we might get lucky tonight." the second man replied dreamily.
"The Queen wants her unharmed."
"Who fucking cares? Her blood runs as black as her traitor father. They gonna take her head of anyway."
Sansa couldn't hear the rest of their conversation as she was pulled by the knight.
"Where are we heading?" She asked him.
"Out of this damn city and back home, sweet child."
There was something odd about the man. None of the Kingsuard knights had soft voices like him. Normally they would ignore her greetings and barely even speak to her. Sansa was kind of afraid. Plus King's Landing was the Kingsguard knight's home.
I am a Stark of Winterfell. The blood of the First men run through my veins. And a Stark has no fear.
After a long period of walking then reached the Gate of the Gods which lead to the Kingsroad. the knight cursed when he saw two dozen gold cloaks standing there, guarding the gate and monitoring whoever leaves. He then took Sansa by the hand and went in the opposite direction. She was beginning to recognize the man. Ser Meryn Trant was the only knight in the Kingsguard with a red beard.
They narrowly dodged the West Barracks of The City Watch, where they saw Janos Slynt rallying the men. Sansa noticed another fault. For a Kingsguard knight who had served for sixteen years in King's Landing, Ser Meryn was awfully unfamiliar with the roads of the city.
When they were near the Lion Gate, they came across a grim man, thin, with a beardless, pockmarked face. He had a deep set of pale, colorless eyes and hollow cheeks. He was almost completely bald. He wore iron-grey chainmail over boiled leather with a large greatsword worn over his right shoulder. The sword she recognized as Ice, and the man as Ser Ilyn Payne.
The silent knight turned his colorless eyes towards them. Sansa could clearly see that he had recognized them. So did Ser Meryn. He cursed loudly as he charged the Ser Ilyn, drawing his sword and slashing the headsman's throat. He then cut off the strap and took Ice along with it's sheath.
The commotion had attracted the attention of the Gold Cloaks stationed at the Lion's Gate. Most of them headed towards them, pushing against the gathered crowd. Ser Meryn rushed towards Sansa, putting the sheathed Ice in her hand, and rushing her towards the gate, passed the distracted guards.
There were still four gold cloaks there. When one of them noticed Sansa and Ser Meryn heading int the directon of the gate, he shouted to them. "Hey, you."
They stopped cold in their tracks.
"When I give the signal, grab two horses from there." Ser Meryn whispered from the side of his mouth, beckoning with his eyes to a group traders.
When the man was close enough to Ser Meryn, he drew his sword and cut open the man's abdomen, spilling his guts. Figuring this is the signal, Sansa gripped Ice and made a run towards the traders. She knocked one of them out using the hilt of Ice and then mounted one horse and grabbed the reins of the other. She inched both horses nearer to the gate as she looked to see how Ser Meryn was doing.
Ser Meryn had already beheaded the second gold cloak. The third one threw a spear, aiming at the Kinsguard knight's head. He ducked to the side as the spear whizzed past his ears and landed with a thudd behind him. Ser Meryn then stabbed the man in the chest.
The flying spear had put Ser Meryn's hood down and revealed long brown hair. Sansa knew that Ser Meryn never had brown hair. Ser Meryn then drew his dagger in his left hand and threw it at the last gold cloak. it embedded itself in his throat and he died with a noisy gurgle.
The gold cloaks who went to investigate the crowd were now returning back. When Ser Meryn noticed this, he started rushing towards Sansa. When he neared a blacksmith's forge and stabbed his sword at a burning coal. He then threw the burning coal at the nearby Gold Cloak stables, causing the wood to catch fire. He then sprinted towards her.
Ser Meryn mounted the horse admidst the cacophony of noises that were the crowds and the dying horses. He then urged Sansa to go, tearing away her attention from the dying noises. They rode hard towards the gate as they exited King's Landing through the gold road.
"i'm sorry, little one. He wasn't supposed to die. Varys told me so. The queen wanted to tame the wolf not behead it. The dancing master wasn't supposed to die."
Sansa was absolutely confused by what he was saying.
After they were a few leagues down the road, Ser Meryn had them go north. When Sansa asked him why, he smiled at her.
"The Gold road leads to Casterly Rock, dear one. We are heading to the kingsroad which goes to Winterfell."
"We don't have to go to Winterfell." Sansa said "My brother and mother are at Riverrun."
"Cat is at Riverrun?" Ser Meryn asked with vigour.
"You know my mother, Ser Meryn?"
He just chuckled. "I am not Ser Meryn, little one."
He peeled of his face as it were a mask he was wearing, Beneath it was a long face and a closely-trimmed beard is beginning to grey, making him look older than his years. His dark grey eyes were as soft as fog.
"Father?"
Sansa began to weep.
