Hi everyone

I'm sorry if it's taking longer for chapter updates, but it's been a busy period school-wise for me. I also wasn't really sure how to pave the road to where I know I'm going, but now I have an idea. I'm really not sure for the battle chapter(s) coming up, cause I've never written anything remotely close to a battle. Please give me your opinions/thoughts on this chapter, I love to read reviews! Enjoy!

"I want to go."

"My lady, we have orders."

Sansa tried her very best to stand tall and proud and speak with a voice that expects nothing but obeisance, but it was just very hard to do with two towers of massive guards placed in front of her door, facing her and blocking the way and view to the hallway.

"Orders made by whom?"

"Lord Tywin, my lady."

"Lord Tywin has no power over me." Sansa made a move to pass them, but they moved their iron chests in front of her. I have to get out of this room. Sansa had been driven crazy by the closed doors of the past two days and just had to get out.

"Lord Tywin and I share no blood. And as a northern lady currently residing in King's Landing, the laws of his lands don't affect me either. Therefore, he has no claim to controlling me."

The two guards didn't move an inch.

"He has, though."

The guards moved out of Jaime's way who was entering his room. "He's both the Hand of the King and your father in law. But I think you know that. On top of that, the King has made it clear he does not wish to see you again. You know, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, perhaps?"

"I didn't say I was going to sway in front of the king, begging for his attention. How stupid do you think I am?" Sansa said, irritated. She moved back into the room but Jaime didn't leave the doorstep and the open door. "Besides, I think you counted wrong."

Jaime ignored her witty remark. "Maybe you should be begging for forgiveness instead. I think he might like that."

"Or he might just be in a bad mood and put my head on a spike like he said he would."

Jaime shrugged. "It's a possibility…"

Sansa wanted to stand tall in defiance, but she was getting tired. Even with her arm better, she was still physically weak from the fever.

"Those guards treat me like nothing but a little girl. They should obey me. Am I not their superior?"

"Men are easily distracted by your face, my lady."

Sansa stared back at him. Someday men will obey me.

"You should sit."

"Maybe I should sit in my own room. It'd be better for the both of us."

"You're staying right here."

"Am I?"

Jaime sighed in irritation. "Since when did you become so unpleasant?"

"Unpleasant, my dear husband?" was her answer in feigned surprise.

"All that arrogant defying will only get you in more trouble. You're lucky it's only me."

Sansa laughed and sat down. "Oh, I'm arrogant?"

Jaime once again ignored her sneer. "You won't be seeing lots of me today. Or tomorrow."

"Why?"

"You want to share our plans, now?"

"It is only fitting, as husband and wife, is it not?"

"There's a battle to prepare."

"What a coincidence, I have a balcony to jump off as well!"

"Sansa…"

"You see, shedding northern blood is in both our plans today." Sansa wasn't planning on jumping; standing on the balcony had been something she had done in some sort of feverish trance. But she enjoyed irritating him, she couldn't help it.

"Don't push me to put a guard on there, because trust me, I will." Jaime squinted his eyes looking at the table and the empty goblets. "Have you been drinking?"

Busted. "Who are you to judge me on my drinking habits?"

He approached the table and looked at the empty can. He sighed and motioned Shae to take the full one away. "Goodbye, wife." Jaime walked out the door and the guards closed it behind him.

Sansa sighed in irritation and leaned back in her chair.

"He's right. You shouldn't drink so much. You don't handle it very well." Shae poured her a glass of water.

"What, you think I'm being unpleasant too?" Sansa said in mocking tone.

"No, just a royal pain in the ass, that's all." Shae made the bed. "You're not ready to go out. You need your rest or the fever might pop up again, said Pycelle. You're weak."

"I'm not even remotely weak." Sansa said, drastically standing up. Black dots formed in her vision and she almost fell out of balance. She had felt herself being annoying all day but she couldn't stop it. Not even for Shae.

Shae sighed. "I'll keep the wine away from the room from now on. Now get in bed."

Sansa wanted to protest but just opened and closed her mouth before eventually giving up. Shae was not one to mess with. She undid the rather loose laces of her dress and crawled into bed.

Shae renewed the bandages on her arm and inspected the wound. "It'll leave a mark. Even though it will fade with time, you'll be scarred for life."

Sansa took a peak at her upper left arm. The ugly pink scar was starting to form under the crust, but it wasn't too big. My very own battle scar. She turned her arm to see the wound on the other side, where the arrowhead had pierced out. That one was slightly more painful when she touched it.

"Could you do something for me?" she asked reluctantly after long consideration.

"Depends on what it is."

"If I have to stay in here, I'll need some company. The gods know my husband isn't very good at it."

"I'm sure Margaery or Myrcella will drop by one of these days."

"I wasn't talking about them."

Shae squinted her eyes. "What?"

"Could you find a way for me to see Tobias Lance?"

Shae needed a second or two to place the name, but when she did, her face was alarming. She got up. "No. Are you crazy, Sansa? You are a married woman!"

"Please, Shae, I only want to see him. I haven't seen him since…" Sansa blushed at the thought of the night before her wedding.

"Oh no…" Shae realized at the sight of Sansa's expression. "Since when?"

"He kissed me." Sansa whispered. She smiled a little. "Well, actually, I think I did… But does it even matter?"

Shae slapped Sansa's leg. "No! You are insane! You could've been seen! Please tell me it wasn't after the wedding."

"No, no, of course not. Just the night before."

"You make it sound like that's not just as bad."

Sansa giggled like the stupid girl she was before Joffrey showed his true colours.

"Stop that!" Shae said, annoyed.

"Please, Shae. I just need to talk to him one last time. It feels unfinished."

"No, Sansa." Shae said resolutely. "I thought that was a rumour."

"All because of that flower?"

Shae shrugged. "It blew over quickly. But if anyone…" Shae took both of Sansa's hands in between hers. "Look at me. Promise me you won't see him again."

"But…"

"It's for your own good. Both of you. If anyone sees you two together…" Shae didn't have to finish the sentence for Sansa to understand.

"Fine. I won't." as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she wasn't going to keep them.

"I'm serious, Sansa. You might get away with some sort of punishment, but he'll lose his head for it. Or worse. Don't make him love you, Sansa. You'll be his downfall."

Sansa just nodded, unable to answer or even think.

Shae sighed and sat on the bed. "I didn't know you liked gold cloaks."

"Neither did I."

After a while, Sansa fell asleep again and she woke up to the sound of city bells. She needed a moment to recover from the sudden awakening. It was night; there was no light. Have I slept this long? Sansa was alone in her room. Neither Jaime nor Shae were there. There was some sort of noise; the city wasn't asleep. She got up, tied a robe around her waist and lighted a candle. Suddenly, a bonk on the door almost made her drop the candle. She went to the door and opened it.

She felt his lips on hers before she had even processed his face. Tobias.

"You're here!" she sighed, hugging him tightly. He returned the favor, but not for long.

"You better be alone. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"I'm alone, don't worry." Sansa said, smiling. She was beaming, so very happy to see him. A red stain on the floor caught her attention and led her eyes to the cut open throat of a guard. The other guard was stabbed in the shoulder. Panic rose in her chest. "What did you do to the guards? Are you insane?"

"Hush, hush… They died quickly. Quickly, put a cloak on. Anything with a hood."

Sansa did as she was told and changed her robe for another with a large hood that hid her hair and shaded her face. "Why? Will you tell me what's going on? I'm married now, I can't just elope with-"

Tobias took her hand and looked around, making sure they were alone before he led her through the halls.

He was scaring her and she couldn't stand not understanding his behavior. "What's happening?"

He led her down stairs she had never noticed. "It's all coming to an end."

Sansa almost tripped and noticed she was bare footed again. "What?"

"The battle has begun."