Picking up from the last chapter. I will say I am very sorry for the late wait on all of the stories you may be following of mine. My computer is brand spanking new now and I am so ready to continue. Thank you for leaving reviews in my absence or clicking favorite. Please be aware if you are reading this for the first time, that my direction with these characters and storyline are far from the same of the original authors. I am writing completely blind, meaning as this comes up in my head, I am typing it into the computer and posting as soon as I finish. Stannis is somewhat out of character for his love and lust for Sansa, and her out of character for not being afraid, or striking after Selyses' death. All in all, I still appreciate nicely written reviews.

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Sansa looked at Stannis and he could see dark circles forming under her eyes as she thought back to her time in Kings Landing. He shook his head and stood, "Never you mind. I don't want to know." His change in attitude made her come back from the flashbacks in her mind and she whispered, "You have to know. Stannis, please, you have to know."

"I will not force you to tell me- "

Her hand gripped his arm, "For when you take back the Iron Throne and kill Joffrey, you must know what he has done to me." Stannis took a minute to reflect and as he watched her prepare to tell her tale, he wondered how such a girl, the loveliest girl he has ever seen, could change him so in the matter of months. He was brought back to the present when he saw Sansa removing the top of her gown.

Stannis shouted, "What are you doing?" Sansa paid him no mind and removed her arm from one sleeve, showing him the lightest of bruising on the inside of her arm. Sansa looked at him and explained, "This one was from just before the Battle of Blackwater. It was the nastiest I had ever received and should be going away soon." She watched Stannis lean in and look at it closer, "Why?" Anger was apparent in his voice, but still she explained, "I-I did not do as the King commanded. He had Ser Boros twist my arm…" She trailed off as Stannis took her little wrist in his hand, but she slowly pulled away, "I have scarring on the back of my legs from when I was stripped and beaten in front of the court. I-I will not show you those. Not now."

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The next morning arrived and the castle was quiet as rain began to pour over the sandy beaches of Dragonstone. One single raven arrived to the castle and Davos was handed the letter first, of which he saw a sigil from the family Florent. His eyes darkened as he realized just who this was from and he quickly set out to find Stannis.

Stannis had a routine every morning and Davos found him in his council room, looking out at the ocean and the storm. He bowed his head, "Good morning, your grace." Stannis looked over his shoulder and gave a grunt, "What's so good about it, Ser Davos? Another miserable storm coming to wash away this forsaken castle." He chuckled to himself at his own words and turned around, noticing the folded parchment in Davos' hand. He frowned,

"Well?"

Davos looked down at his hand and held it out, "Oh! Yes, this just came by raven. Only one this morning. Your grace, look at the seal." Stannis turned the parchment over and saw the Florent sigil in a blue wax. He shook his head, "I knew the day would come sooner or later when that woman's family would finally find out." Davos mumbled, "That woman was your wife, your grace, your Queen. Of course they would find out that their daughter and Lady was dead."

Stannis was browsing the note and when he heard Davos speak those words, he hissed, "Sacrificed to the Lord of Light." He crumpled the parchment, "It is from her Uncle Axell Florent. He states he and his family will not support the Baratheon name anymore." He walked over to the large ornate table that held a map of Westeros and battle markers. He picked up the Florents marker and watched his fingers turn white as he gripped it with such anger.

"They know about Sansa."

Davos raised his eyebrow, "Do you suspect a spider?" Stannis nodded, "Yes, of course I do. How else would they know?" Davos bowed his head, "What will you do now, your grace? You surely cannot afford to lose anymore armies if you plan to take the Iron Throne before the year is out."

Stannis walked to the open air balcony as the storm raged on outside and he tossed the Florent marker into the dangerous ocean below. "I don't need them", he growled. He did not turn back around and waited until he heard Davos leave.

"The North will rally behind their Queen and we will take what belongs to us with the largest army Westeros has ever seen."

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Melisandre softly knocked on Sansa's chamber door and the young woman answered dressed in a gown of Stark gray, fitting for the stormy day just outside the walls. Sansa greeted her with a tired smile, "Good Morning, Lady Melisandre."

"A good morning. Yes."

She smiled slightly and finally requested, "Join me for a walk, will you?" Sansa nodded, almost too happily that someone was requesting her presence outside of her chambers and keeping her busy on such a boring day. They walked in an awkward silence until Sansa finally cleared her throat, "His grace and I have been speaking-about Kings Landing." Melisandre cocked an eyebrow and urged her on, "Oh? Why would you ever want to speak of that place?"

Sansa sighed, "We spoke of Joffrey, of what has been done, but we spoke of the future. I-I truly wish Stannis will take the Iron Throne from him. Joffrey is a bastard; he doesn't deserve the throne." Melisandre nodded, "I am glad you are finally coming to understand why the Lord of Light wishes for Stannis to sit upon the throne."

They stopped in front of a short wooden door, one that Sansa had never seen in her few months living in Dragonstone. Melisandre whispered, "Keep this little secret between us, won't you? I'm afraid that should the King find out we have been snooping in this part of the castle, he would be terribly upset?" She spread her long, pale fingers against the door and pushed it open, Sansa taking notice that the lock was missing from the front. Upon opening, Sansa could smell the foulest of stenches, like a chamber pot that has not been properly washed. She used one of her long sleeves to cover her nose and mouth as Melisandre led her into the room and began walking down several stone steps.

Through her sleeve she questioned, "What is this place?" Melisandre smirked, "A place almost forgotten." She began to light several candles and torches about the room and when Sansa finally began to look around, she realized what was before her.

Large glass pillars sat upon an old table, a yellow fluid showing only their silhouettes in the torch light.

Sansa could not take her eyes away even though disgust made her stomach twist and turn. Melisandre stood several feet from her, watching the girls every emotion and move as Sansa walked forward and her eyes focused on each pillar. She looked back at Melisandre and with a shaking voice, she asked,

"Tell me."

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I have missed writing so much. I hope you guys enjoyed this!