~Elena~
I do not like this. There is something evil lurking here. I thought as I stood just behind Sansa, watching as Cersei's only daughter was being shipped off to Dorne. Tyrion had told me of his plans last night before he saw me to my chambers, a note from my sister firmly in hand. She'd told me of the kitchen whispers. That there was a 'great unrest' amongst Joffery's people. She urged me to have Sansa talk to him about it, but there was nothing I nor Sansa could do for the pampered king, but pray to the Gods for wisdom and safety, which I did, just as the Great Septon was finishing his prayer over Myrcella. As I tried to concentrate on the tearful farewell of the princess, I kept finding myself focusing on Tyrion who was standing next to the queen, a stern look on his face as the queen spoke words that were no doubt unkind. Whatever she said upset my lion lord greatly, for he turned without looking at me and walked away.
"You sound like a cat mewling for his mom." Joffery sneered as I turned to see the younger prince, Tommen, crying, his tears being wiped away by a maid. "Princes don't cry."
"I saw you cry." Sansa spoke up. My eyes grew wide as I stepped forward, prepared to protect her once more as he turned and gave her an outrageous look.
"Did you say something my lady?" He sneered as his fist curled at his side.
"My little brother cried when I left Winterfell." She backtracked, her voice full of regret having spoken at all.
"So?" He asked, eyes feverish; hands twitching at his sides. Speak carefully Sansa. I prayed as my heart thumped painfully.
"It seems a normal thing." She spoke softly, head tilted towards the ground. Joffery turned, amusement dancing with hatred across his face.
"Is your little brother a prince?" He asked stepping closer to her. My hands itched to grasp the knife tucked away beneath my dress, but I reminded myself that pulling it would only put her more in harms way.
"No." She spoke quickly as she leaned away from him, not strong willed enough to completely move.
"Not really of relevance then is it?" He asked haughtily with furrowed brows before he walked away, his gold knight following close behind along with a large man with a burned face they called the Hound.
"You be careful of your words my lady." I warned Sansa as I stepped up to stand beside her, watching the small boat disappear and almost wishing I was on it. I'll probably never see home again. I thought sadly as the crowd of royals dispersed.
"He shouldn't be able to speak to people like that." Sansa whispered as she turned and walked behind the group. I took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly before dropping it again.
"Speaking up on it will not keep you safe. You must learn to protect yourself from yourself." I finished as we once again fell into silence, her face showing that she was taking in my words.
Something is wrong. The feeling of dread came back as we walked through the city, the townspeople leering at us.
"Stay close to me." I warned Sansa who wasted no time in clinging to the back of my dress.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she looked about her fearfully.
"Hail Joffery. Hail to the King." Someone shouted nearby.
"Seven blessings on you m'lord." Another called.
"He's a bastard." Someone crowed catching Joffery's attention.
"Please, your grace, we're hungry." A man cried from the top road. This is going to go very badly. Thank the Gods Rosette made Lucia stay with her. I thought silently as I looked behind us where Tyrion was being harassed with horrible comments like 'freak' and 'demon'. He turned and said something to a page boy who ran off before something sailed through the air smacking Joffery in the face with a wet sound. Is that shit? I asked myself as the guards drew their swords looking about them. They're outnumbered. They can't protect us all. I worried as Joffery began to fall into hysterics, demanding to be brought the man who threw the shit at him.
"When I tell you, run. No matter what you see, or what you hear. Run." I demanded of Sansa who made a distressed noise deep in her throat, eyes wide with panic.
"But-" She started before I cut her off with a stern look, my nerves tingling with the thrill of a fight.
"When I tell you." I hissed. She didn't try to speak again, merely nodded, dress hiked up to allow her feet room. Then hell broke loose.
"Kill them!" Joffery cried out. "Kill them all!" What is he doing? I raged inwardly as I pulled Sansa behind me, pushing her away from a flailing fist before a man went down under a guard's spear.
"Come on." I urged as I dragged her behind me, feeling a since of moral outrage as the guards protected everyone but her.
"Run Sansa!" I called as someone grabbed the back of my dress, nearly knocking me from my feet as I quickly grabbed my knife.
"Let go!" I shouted as my knife struck out completely on instinct, connecting with soft flesh before I surged forward again. They've gone insane. I thought, my heart thumping an erratic rhythm as I saw the Septon go down, the heated crowd falling upon him as he screamed. I can't worry about that now. I have to find Sansa. I told myself. I have to focus. Blood pooled under my feet and my knife lashed out again and again. The screams and cheers echoing painfully in my head as I tried to find a spot of red hair in the chaos. Tears burning in my eyes as I thought the worst. There. I spotted her, pushing her way through the crowd, hair a mess and dress spotted with blood and dirt. She can make it. She can make it. I chanted as I saw her reaching for the doors that protected the others, before they were closed on her. The crowd forming a barrier before two men blocked her exit.
"No!" I screamed as my knife connected with a throat, blood spraying my face and tinting my vision red. Anger radiated as I fought more vigorously, no longer caring who was in my way as I slashed a bloody path to get to her when I saw several other men dart into an alleyway.
"No! Please, someone help me!" I heard her cry before a hand connected with flesh. Tears of hatred burned in my eyes as I came upon men ripping at her dress and forcing her legs apart.
"Leave her alone!" I shouted as wiped my bloody hands on my dress, gripping my knife tight as they turned to look at me.
"Elena, please." Sansa sobbed as the men stood, leering faces swimming before my red tinted gaze.
"Look at this lads. Another bitch to sink our cocks into." A man chuckled before they pounced. I took two down without a problem, but a third's fist connected with my bruised face, another's boot slamming into my stomach.
"Thought you were going to save her did you?" Someone spat as my ears rang. You have to protect her. You swore it. I urged myself as my knife found the back of a man's leg, biting deeply before it lashed out again, causing a high pitched scream to sound from another before it was cut off, my metal blade in his neck.
"You bitch!" Someone snarled before lightening struck my back causing a cry of pain to burst forth from my lips.
"Elena!" Sansa cried out as the boot connected again, causing me to loose a grip on my knife.
"Run Sansa!" I gasped as tears washed away the blood.
"I'll fuck you bloody then feast on your corpse whore." He hissed in my ear as the back of my dress ripped away. Blood pulled in my mouth as I reached out blindly for my knife, spots bursting before my eyes as a grimy fist collided with my cheek, the sound of pants being pulled down more than enough encouragement to hurry. God's help me. I prayed before my fingers grasped the blade, cutting into my hand as I turned and sank it deep into the man's eye. He screamed and cursed, trying to pull the blade out, before I slammed my hand into the handle collapsing with a smirk as he fell motionless, pants still around his ankles.
"May you be raped one thousand times and more in the deepest pits of hell." I wheezed as someone fell beside me.
"Oh Gods, Elena. There's so much blood." Sansa's voice was slurred with tears as a shadow fell upon us, great hands scooping me up. I kicked and flailed my fist blindly, blood rushing into my eyes from a cut on my face.
"It's the Hound." Sansa reassured as she touched my hand. I could feel myself fading as the screaming came back, signaling we were back in the fray.
"Sansa... Safe." I muttered before the world turned grey-black and the noise muted.