Hey Readers, I hope you're enjoying Blood Games so far. As always, I love feedback, so feel free to review and/or send me a message. Also, I do not own Game of Thrones. I only own my OCs and the plot of this story.

~Elena~

I awoke with a mouth full of cotton and pain traveling my body on tiny spiders' feet. Flashes of the day before flooding my mind like poison. There was a moment of distress as I remembered the men forcing themselves on Sansa. Of traveling to a place of death and murder unlike I'd seen in a long time as I cut them down. No sympathy in my heart, no sorrow in my soul. I'd become a monster then, so intent on revenge that I could not see these were battle torn people, pushed to insanity by hunger and cruelty. I had not cared, nor did I care now. I'd kill millions more if I had to. I'd sacrifice everyone in this city if that's what it took to keep my word and protect her. I thought, which was frightening in itself, because the longer I stayed in King's Landing, the more I could feel myself changing, the darkness overbearing the light inside me.

I closed my eyes against such cold thoughts, picturing Tyrion's smile before opening them again to see that I was once again alone in my chambers, the pale light streaming through the window saying it was still early morning. He's gone to bed. I concluded as I heaved myself out of bed with a silent cry of pain, ribs afire as tears pooled in my eyes. My mind begged me to stop and lay down once more, but my heart demanded I go check on Sansa, so with another groan of pain, I got to my feet and stumbled to the wardrobe, removing a blue dress that fit looser than the others. "It could be worse." I reminded myself as I looked over my reflection. Frowning at the bandages that wrapped around my left arm and hand, and the crude stitching along my cheek. My face was beyond hope as I inspected my busted lip again, wondering how Tyrion could bare to look at the face of such hideousness. No time to worry about that. I sighed as I scooped my unmanageable hair into a bun at the nape of my neck, using scented oil to smooth down the flyaway pieces, before I carefully made my way out of the door and down the hall.

Something isn't right. I thought as I approached Sansa's door, a feeling of wrongness raking at my gut as I opened it to find her sobbing, stabbing at her mattress with a knife I'd made her promise to keep by her beside. There was a deep panic in her eyes as the sound of cloth shredding seemed to echo.

"What are you doing?" I wheezed as I hobbled over to her, spotting the blood on her mattress.

"Give me that. It's alright. It's just blood." I reassured as I snatched the knife from her blood coated hand, wondering why becoming a woman would drive her to such madness.

"No, please. You don't understand." She sobbed as she reached for the knife again. I grabbed her, hissing as my ribs became agitated, before holding her at arms length.

"I want to understand my lady. Help me understand. You're a woman now, how can that be so bad?" I asked softly as she shook her head, sobbing still.

"If the queen sees.. I can have Joffery's children now. He'll rape me if he has too." She explained through the tears. I understood then, why she was panicking, especially after having been through such tramatic events. Help her. My mind screamed before I looked at her determinedly.

"Help me flip the mattress over before it leaks all the way through." I urged as I positioned myself on the other side, muscles straining with the effort to lift the large thing.

"Oh no." Sansa whispered as she paused, looking towards the doorway with wide eyes, I turned to see a maid staring at us, a surprised look on her face before she turned and hurried off.

"She'll tell the queen." Sansa cried out before instinct gave in and I gave chase, channeling the pain into anger as she forced me to chase her down stairs.

"And where are you going?" I growled once we'd reached the bottom.

"To tell her grace." She responded in a clipped tone, not bothering to turn and look at me, which was her biggest mistake. A gasp of fear ripped past her lips as I grabbed her arm and spun her into the wall behind her, a pained look crossing her face as she smacked her head against the stone wall. Don't kill her. I warned myself as I snatched my hidden knife and held it to her throat, wanting more than anything to kiss her pale neck with the metal blade.

"You will say nothing to no one. Do you understand?" I hissed, letting her see the hatred I was beginning to feel for these people in my eyes, while I bared my teeth at her.

"Yes." She whispered as tremors took ahold of her, tears building in her eyes.

"I will find you if you betray me, and no queen can save your life." I spat before I let go of her. What is happening to me? I thought tiredly as the pain came back three fold, my legs protesting as I made my way back to Sansa, that feeling of wrongness rushing back. Oh no. I thought disheartened as I looked to see Sansa sobbing beside her bed, the burned knight staring from me to her, a knowing look in his eyes. He knows what we tried to do. I thought more frustrated than afraid as I tried to hide the look of being caught from my face.

"The queen wishes to see her. Clean her up." He grunted before he left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

"He's going to tell." Sansa whispered with hitched breath as she looked at me with large watery eyes.

"Yes, I know. It's going to be alright Sansa. She can't very well do anything to you now that you can bear children. Just think of home as she speaks to you, and I will be there once you are through." I reassured before we fell into pregnable silence, our minds filled with to many thoughts. Her tears had dried by the time I'd gotten her cleaned and dressed, the look of jaded sadness replaced by determination as she took my hand.

"You will be there when this is over, right?" She asked as we exited the room, and made our way down the hall. I couldn't tell if she meant after her talk or something more from the hidden look in her eyes.

"Of course." I reassured as I hugged her close, hiding the pain from my face before we fell into silence again.