Sansa as an Arryn
Sansa tapped her fingers on the armrest of the great weirwood throne, her ice blue eyes focused on the brass doors in front of her.
She took a deep breath as it opened and in came the Knights of the Vale, with them were two disheveled figures their hands shackled.
They stopped in front of the moon door and Sansa stands, the low murmuring of the lords and ladies inside the Great Hall of the Eeyrie silences as she steps forward.
She spots her Great Uncle Brynden standing beside one of the columns in the hall, his Tully blue eyes that were the same shade as hers were distant and sad.
He had tried to beg her not to do this but she knows she must. Mother or not, the thin woman before her murdered her Father, killed their Lord and she must be punished as well as her asscoiate, the mastermind of it all. And the only penalty suited for their crime was death as what the Lords and Lady Declarants decided.
"My lords and ladies, we are gathered here today to witness the execution of Lady Lysa Tully Arryn and Lord Petyr Baelish, the two were found guilty of poisoning our former liege lord, my Father, Lord Jon Arryn." She kept the steel in her voice and tried to swallow the lump forming on her throat.
Though her Mother had neglected her ever since she was born, she still loved her as much as she loves her Father. She knew this was wrong and it was kinslaying but the Lord Declarants justified that it was not and that they were only giving justice for her Father's death.
"Lady Lysa, Lord Baelish, do you have any final words?" She asked, her voice trembling a little.
Her Mother lifted her chin and looked at her defiantly, there was no love in those Tully blue eyes that stared at her, only hatred and contempt.
"I never loved you or your Father." Her mother answered and Sansa felt that her heart was crushed.
There was a noise of outrage coming from the crowd but she quickly silenced them.
Was it really that hard to love her Father? She thought as she continued to stare at her Mother. Jon Arryn may have been an old man but he never once missed an oppurtunity to show her Mother that he loves her. He was kind, honorable and he gave her Mother everything that she wanted but it seems like it wasn't enough. Sansa knows why.
The very reason was beside her mother. Petyr Baelish, she eyed him with disgust and anger.
He didn't speak, he only smirked like he found her an amusing view to watch. His stare caused her to shiver but she quickly turned away and ordered one of the guards to open the moon door.
The angry howl of the wind echoed throughout the room as the infamous door opened. From her place, she can see the dark rocks that were a thousand feet below. These rocks will be her Mother's final place. The rocks that will kill the very person who brought her to this world.
She bit her lip enough to drew blood, there was no turning back.
She paused and her gaze turned to the two knights restraining her Mother and Baelish.
"Make them fly." She whispered almost inaudibly and she closed her eyes as she heard her Mother screamed.