Chapter 10: Fire and Blood
As King Joffrey looks up at the severed heads of Ned Stark on the pike, Sansa looks down. She has no way of estimating how long the fall would be below the walkway. She looks at Joffrey again. He is still looking up, practically shivering with delight at the result of what he had ordered Ser Ilyn Payne to do.
Her father has been disgraced and killed. Her brother has been declared a traitor. Blood still drips down her mouth from the cruel hand of Ser Meryn Trant. She knows what she has to do.
She does not walk, but rushes forward. She roughly puts her hand's on the bastard son's back and pushes hard. She has put in more force than she had intended, however, and both she and her betrothed fall off the walkway.
Both of them are screaming, though Joffrey's is higher-pitched and more frantic than Sansa's. The latter is swinging her hands, and her right one manages to connect to something hard and solid. A window sill. She grasps it hard, suspending herself in the air.
Alas, fate does not grant Joffrey such a handhold. He continues to fall until he hits the ground. His body is practically disintegrated by the impact. This part of the ground will likely stink of putrid bastard blood for weeks on end.