~Elena~
I could not wipe the smile from my face as I quickly made my way to my chambers, face aching for the effort, but a little pain for a moment of happiness was worth it.
"You have to stop smiling so much Elena." I told my reflection as I brushed my hair, tying it in a bun at the nape of my neck as I donned a purple hand maiden's dress with a gold neck clasp. Though even as I warned myself, I couldn't manage it. I didn't bother with any creams for my face, deciding it wouldn't hide the bruising anyways, before I slipped on different shoes and hurried to tend to Sansa.
I entered her room to find her looking less than jovial as she stared out the window, dark circles under her eyes. My smile faltered as I approached her slowly.
"Lady Sansa?" I called softly to announce my presence. She seemed to come back to herself then, eyes wide before she jumped from her seat and grasped me tightly. A laugh built in my chest as I smoothed her hair.
"I was worried." She sighed as she stepped back looking over my bruised face and split lips.
"You really shouldn't have stepped in Elena. Sir Meryn could have killed you." She scolded as she went to sit on the bed as I fixed her bath.
"I have been through and seen a lot in my twenty one years of living. I have come to the conclusion that I am not easily killed." I jested as I busied myself with tidying her room and emptying her chamber pot.
"I'll never forget what you've done for me." She announced with a smile as she began to disrobe, getting ready for her bath. I nodded in acknowledgment as I picked out her dress for today. A crimson and white dress with gold corset.
"Do you love Joffery?" I asked as I recounted the cruelty he'd shown her in front of all those people. She froze for a moment, before stepping into the water gnawing on her lip.
"Joffery is my one true love." She spoke as if it were an automatic response. I frowned deeply as I washed her hair with the lavender soap I'd become fond of, vowing to buy my own should I get to go to the markets.
"You don't have to lie to me, my lady. There are no secret intentions with me." I reassured as I poured soap onto a cloth and washed her back gently. She sighed deeply before turning to look at me, eyes searching my face for signs of untrustworthiness.
"He's a monster." She whispered as if afraid her voice would carry the news to Joffery himself.
"He is lost." I agreed as I rinsed her hair, handing her the rag so she could wash her precious parts.
"Myrcella is being sent to Dorne. I just heard the news. She's to marry Trystane Martell." Sansa spoke off handedly as I handed her a cloth to dry herself, holding up her robe when she was done. "Cersei has been in a mood about it, though I don't know why." She finished as she walked over so that I could brush her hair.
"Something tells me the queen is usually in a mood." I spoke before we broke into a fit of giggles.
"Come, the family will want you to be in the dining hall." I spoke softly as I finished her simple braid. She nodded, sighing once more, before standing and embracing me.
"Thank you for being here with me." She whispered as she turned and looked deep into my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
"And do try and have fun at the marketplace." She giggled before she turned so that I could follow her to the dining hall, before leaving to report to Lord Varys.