Chapter 2
Travelling with the cold ones
(Sansa Stark)
My goodsister and I were travelling on the kingsroad with Robert and Cersei and the Lord and Lady Whitlock of Essos. The Lady Isabella Whitlock was by my side talking to me like a normal person. "Milady, can I ask you a question?" I nodded and smiled politely "Are you sure about going to kingslanding?" I furrowed my brow and asked her the same question "I don't necessarily trust Queen Cersei or that spoiled prince that she gave birth to. Tommen and Myrcella are lovely and sweet. But I have a feeling you are hesitant about this lovematch."
"My father is hand of the king and we are the guests of King Robert and Queen Cersei, she has been very kind to me." I chirped my septon's words and courtesies like they were the law.
"Joffrey also?" Isabella asked "You don't understand, I am going to marry him and have his beautiful babies." Arya whispered harshly "He'll rape you and that's before he puts his cloak on you." I glared at Arya "What about the things he promised me?" I shot back
Arya hissed back "You know what, I don't really care, marry him but heed my warning sister, he is cruel and he will use you abomnibly for ill or worse." I looked down and noticed my face was wet with tears. "I miss Sandor but he is on another road to Kings landing"Lady Isabella pulled my chin up to meet her golden eyes. "My husband and I can talk to your father and King Robert, leave it to us, little wolf" I nodded and Lady Isabella kissed my cheek. I gasped as her icy lips touched my cheek. "You are cold as ice" I whispered "Yes my lady stark, I am, let's just say I have certain powers of adaption." She smiled hypnotically and rode off
I watched fascinated as Lady isabella's horse caught up to my lord father's and her lord husband Jasper Whitlock. Arya looked at me strangely "You love the hound?" It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "Why in the seven are you betrothed to Joffrey?" she hissed when my head nodded of it's own violition.
"Our Lady mother is convinced that Sandor Clegane is a violent brute. I tried to convince her but she would not hear another word said against Joffrey. Oh Arya, what am I going to do. if father goes against this betrothal then he will not be hand of the king." Arya leaned over and hugged me. "It's alright Sansa, what ever happens I will always be with you"
"Girls, com'on, we are stopping at the harren inn!" Our father called us to catch up with him and we snapped our reins to make the horses gallop.