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Sneaking out of her room was always quite difficult, Sansa had to avoid wandering guards and her flowing auburn hair was so distinctive and shiny it had to be wrapped up. If she was caught her facade was up and everyone would know the innocent little bird was a wolf in disguise.
But she would be trapped like a bird in a gilded cage for the rest of her life if she didn't conspire with Ser Dontos. it was a fate Sansa didn't want to fathom.
Ser Dontos may be a drunkard but hes also a knight, and Sansa knew that he was trying to help her and since Lady Margaery abandoned her, Dontos was her final hope.
She jumped back into the shadows as kings guard paced down the hallway, their golden armour clinking loudly as they went. She backed and backed, trying to reach the wall, never touching stone. Shrouded in darkness she knew they wouldn't see her.
Ten more steps and she was still walking, protected by shadows, it wasn't possible.
All of a sudden there was a wall in front of her, made of orange brick. It must have always been there, she just turned in her vertigo. Sansa chided herself for thinking otherwise, but when she turned back around, Sansa realised she was outside.
It couldn't be, she must have fainted and been carried, but no. She knew that wasn't true. No person in the castle would carry her outside, if someone found her she would be put infront of joffrey and whipped for misbehaviour.
As the young girl reached out to the wall in front of her, her hand seems to get darker and darker, like the light ran out, as she neared it.
Nearly black from shadows and her hand never stopped travelling through the wall. Her whole arm was in it now and, curiosity peaked, she strode forward carefully. For ten paces again she was consumed by the shadows until she could see the castle corridor once more, with tapestries and torches adorning the wall it was easy to recognise. She was shocked and confused. It seemed as if the gods themselves had given her safe passage out of the castle, through the walls itself. Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself with a new sense of excited purpose, Sansa strode into the shadows until she faced out at her salvation, the sweet freedom of the outside.
She was in an orange bricked alleyway. It was brighter than she thought it would be though Sansa was certain she waited until the moon was high in the sky before she left her chambers. Looking up at the sky it seemed she was right for it was black.
Creeping carefully out of the alley she was floored by the brightness. Orbs of light lit up the massive streets, 15 feet tall. Great boxes of metal streaked down the road, smoke billowing out of them. Buildings tall as castles surrounded her, walls smoothed and glass humongous. It was all so unnatural. Too bright, too clean, too fast and soon darkness consumed her once more as she collapsed in shock.
"MADAM?" A voice was yelling in her ear. "MADAM CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Sansa's eyes fluttered open to see a light as bright as a fire in her eyes. She squinted, scared and uncomfortable.
"She doesn't have a concussion," the man above her muttered to someone else. The light went out and she got a good look of him. All she really saw was the quality, unnatural yellow clothes that he was wearing. "Can you tell me your name?" The man said clearly.
"Lady Sansa Stark." She whispered, terrified at the strangers around her. Small crowds of well-dressed people were staring at her, whispering.
"Alright Sansa, it's okay, your safe now. Can you tell me where you are?" The man was talking slowly and carefully in a rather calming voice, but nothing could stop the fear at the completely unfamiliar world around her. Her breath was quick and thin, she felt her muscles constricting, she couldn't move. Her heart was racing, she was sure she was going to die.
"Thats okay Sansa, I just want you to calm for me. Take deeper breaths. Breath into this." He placed paper wrappings over her mouth, and she did as he said. She could feel herself relaxing as the paper expanded.
"Now tell me, where do you think you are?"
Where was she?
She had no clue. This was nothing like her home or her prison.
Her face was hot and wet with tears, her world blurred and she struggled to get the words out, her voice was so thick.
"I don't know! I don't know I'm not sure. I don't know!"
He grabbed her arm with a firm grip, and she seized up, terrified. She felt a prick of pain and soon her world was swimming.
She woke again, now in a soft bed. It was dark outside but as soon as she made a noise, she heard a click and the room lit up with that same unnatural glow. It was another orb next to the bed. She wanted to touch the strange ball of light but a voice interrupted her.
"Hello Sansa, you've had quite the night." It was woman this time. Clean, well-dressed although her clothes were rather scandalous. High-necked but Sansa could clearly see the woman's knees from where she sat.
She blushed at the woman's state, "Who are you?" Sansa said in a small voice. She was instantly annoyed at herself for not being more polite, though the woman didn't seem annoyed, she just smiled. Her hair was simple but neat, her clothes made of a material Sansa couldn't recognise. She yearned to touch it, her curiosity of its texture nearly overwhelming her.
"My name is Brenda, pleasure to meet you Sansa." Brenda had an honest smile. More honesty and kindness than Sansa had seen in a long time.
It was refreshing but Sansa knew she couldn't get used to it. She would be going back to the lion's den soon. She needed to be back before dawn. She may be out of Kings Landing but this was far worse. Not a blessing from the gods, just another one of their games with her life. Old or New they would never stop punishing her and she was further from Winterfell than she had ever been.
"Could you take me back to where you found me?" Sansa begged; eyes full of yearning.
The woman frowned a little but clearly was trying to remain cordial. "You've had a long night, Sansa. Surely you feel tired and want to rest more? It's the middle of the night afterall"
"No, I want to go back please."
"Well we can't keep you here against your will. Ill arrange it." The words were nearly more foreign to Sansa than the glowing object next to her. We can't keep you here. The words were ringing in her head. These people didn't care if she was the key to The North or not. They probably weren't aware of The North. This taste of this freedom was intoxicating. Another person entered the room and Sansa instantly tensed.
"I heard you're leaving us so soon, thought we'd give you some early breakfast." This one had a soft, wispy voice that did not match her severely tight hair at all.
A coloured tray of food was placed on her lap, another foreign material, hard as wood, smooth as glass. On the tray were eggs, meat and fruit. All in small quantities but overwhelmingly generous from strangers. If Sansa had collapsed in KingsLanding she would not have had nearly this hospitality, Even in Winter Town she would likely have the clothes ripped off her back.
"The hospital needs your date of birth before we release you, dear."
"Uh, day 3, 4th moon, year 283."
"Sorry, do you mean 3rd of April 1983?"
Unfamiliar words so Sansa just nodded, munching delicately on some toasted bread, the tastiest she'd ever had.
"Why didn't you just say so love? Talking about moons and nonsense, very strange. Very young looking for a seventeen-year-old," she rasped out.
"Now you didn't choose to be here, so you are free to leave whenever you choose but we recommend you return if you feel faint or lost again. You had a panic-attack Sansa which means you're going to be rather tired and hungry for the rest of the day so take care."
The woman handed Sansa her belongings. Pleased to be with them again, the redhead wrapped the cloak tightly around her shoulders, feeling safer with it on, and elegantly rose off the bed. She was guided through bright narrow hallways, starker and more luminous than anything she'd experienced before. Her eyes hurt at the whiteness.
Brenda was outside, next to a blue metal box, one of the ones that moved faster than horses.
"Okay Sansa let's get you back to London." Brenda opened the box door and entered in through the other side. She seemed completely calm and relaxed about it. Determined to not look completely insane and out of place in this new land, Sansa silently complied, although she was screaming in her mind
Stepping into the chair and shutting the door after her, Sansa couldn't help but think how much more comfortable this felt compared to wheelhouses but when it began rumbling, she gripped the supports tightly.
"Relax, sweetheart. It's a short trip. Belt up. Now the hospital recommends you stay well fed and perhaps switch that corset for a regular bra to avoid flaking out again. However, fainting isn't uncommon for ladies your age."
Desperate to not say the wrong thing and reveal she didn't belong in this land, Sansa stayed silent. Played the part of a scared girl who wanted to go home, the easiest part she'd ever played, especially when they were moving so fast down the roads. Weaving in and out of the metal boxes like it were an intricate dance. Her corset felt looser, she supposed Brenda did thay, and slowly Sansa began to relax into her soft seat.
The stopping and starting certainly jolted her, made her feel sick but the journey was somehow far smoother than horses and wheelhouses so Sansa had no reason to complain. Brenda was talking but Sansa struggled to listen when faced with the superhuman speeds she was moving at.
Did Sansa really want to leave this place? It seemed that no one here wanted to kill her or use her. People here seemed to actively want to help her in fact. But thinking of Winterfell, Sansa knew she had a duty to return it to how her father left it. She needed to go home.
They stopped and once more Sansa stepped out into the unnaturally bright night. Brenda stopped the dorr from shutting.
"Sweety are you safe? I don't feel entirely comfortable leaving you here in the street. Do you have a home to go to?"
"Yes, I do. You have no need to worry it's just a wuick and easy pathway down here." And off Sansa walked, escaped into the shadows before that woman could stop her. With 10 paces and a sigh of relief at seeing the tapestries and dawn over the horizon, lighting the stone hallways with warm, sweet natural light, Sansa finally began to contemplate what she had jsut been through.
Carefully making her way back to the chambers she shared with the imp, Sansa quietly crawled into bed. Her mind full of a different world.
"Have a nice stroll?" Came a voice from the couch.
"A very nice stroll thank you." She thought of the kind, scantily clad Beenda. "Goodnight sweetheart."
"Good morning dear wife." She nearly shuddered at his words. She was back in reality.
A/N
Hi everyone, I know a lot of you want me to update A Wizards Game but my Life and studies have really taken over this year. Its Not Abandoned. but while I had a free afternoon I couldn't get this concept off my mind. Very loosely Goodnight Sweetheart, a Tv show from 20 years ago. Sansa-Centric. Hope you enjoy!
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