Sansa and Robb stared in disbelief at the squire.
"What do you mean?" Sansa asked in disbelief.
"The Lannisters, when they took over Winterfell. We had thought they had killed them but, they are still alive!"
Sansa smiled so wide her cheeks hurt,"Well, where are they? Bring them in! I haven't seen them in forever!"
The squire's face fell,"My lady, they are um- they are held captive by the Lannisters, and we don't know where they are exactly."
Sansa's face fell.
"Leave us." Robb commanded.
The squire bowed and walked out of the tent.
Sansa grabbed her wine glass and threw it at a chest in the corner of Robb's tent. She grabbed Robb's glass and threw it at the chest as well.
"Sansa stop it." Robb said calmly.
Sansa didn't hear him. All she thought about was the Lannisters, and how they were going to pay. They were all going to die and rot in the Seven Hells. She would personally make sure of it. How she wished she had pushed Joffery off that bridge. She grabbed the wine pourer and threw it at a mirror that stood in a corner. It hit the mirror and shattered into a million pieces. As for the mirror it lay on the ground smashed. Sansa walked over to it and stomped on the broken glass with her bare feet. The glass dug into her feet, making Sansa bleed. Robb walked over to her and grabbed her hand whirling her around to face him.
He wrapped his arms around her to stop her from doing any more damage,"Just stop."
"Why are the Gods so cruel?" Sansa whispered into Robb's ear.
"Because they are Gods. They have to be." Robb answered his voice hard.
"Will we find them?" Sansa asked her brother.
"Yes. Yes we will, and we will make the Lannisters pay for it."
"How?"
"We will find a way. It is late. Go back to your tent. We will break our fast in the morning together."
Sansa untangled herself from her brother,"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Sansa walked from the tent. She made her way back to her tent and walked inside. Shae was inside waiting for her.
"Me Lady. Are you all right?" she asked.
"I am fine." Sansa said, her voice steady.
Shae nodded,"I will get your night dress."
She walked over to one of Sansa chest and pulled out a dark red night dress.
"How about this one Me Lady?"
Sansa stared at the night dress. It was dark red, and it was the color of house Lannister. It almost looked like it was soaked in blood.
"Leave," Sansa told Shae.
Shae looked in confusion but laid the dress on the bed, curtsied and left.
"I will get rid of all the red in this tent," Sansa whispered to herself.
First she put on a plain grey dress with fabric flowers at the breast. She then put on a black cloak over top. She grabbed a basket that lay in a corner. She grabbed the dress on the bed and stuffed it into the basket. She proceed to inspect the room and take anything that was red. In the end Sansa had a hand held mirror, a brush, several dresses, hair clips, and bracelets. She was rooting through her jewelry when she came across a necklace. It had no red, but it had a lion. It was beautiful. It was golden and smooth. Then she realized, it was the necklace Joffery had given her. In some way, she did not want to give it up. She placed the necklace back with the other jewelry gently. She picked the basket and pulled her hood up over her head. She walked out of the tent. The night was dark and cold, but she saw what she needed. It stuck out like, like a drop of blood on snow. Fire. She walked over to the fire. A few knights and serving girls sat around. She picked up a stick that laid beside it. She stuck it into the fire until the the tip was on fire. She pulled it out ignoring the looks from the knights and ladies. She walked past them and proceed into the dark forest. She walked until she found a clearing. It was perfect. She pushed the stick into the ground and built a mock of a camp fire. She placed stones all around until it formed a circle. Then she dug a tad down with her hands. She placed some moss from the trees in the middle of the circle. Now it was ready. Sansa walked back to her torch pulled it from the ground. She placed the torch into the moss until it caught fire. She then snuffed the torch into the ground. Sansa added more and more moss and grass until the fire was large. She brought her basket over to her fire and smiled. She grabbed one of the dresses and threw it into the fire. It was quickly eaten up by the fire. She grabbed the hair brush and mirror and threw it into the fire as well. She threw the dresses and bracelets in as well. It all burned quickly and quietly. Sansa sank to her feet and wrapped her arms around her knees. She pulled her cloak around her. It was freezing, but the fire kept her warm. She slowly rocked back and forth.
"Crackle, crackle
The fire goes
Moving through out the night,
Crackle, crackle
The fire goes
Eating everything in sight,
Red as blood
Sweeping through the land
Crackle, crackle
Destroying everything with it's might."
Sansa sung to herself a hymn she had heard in King's Landing
"It used to be a popular song when the Targaryens on the Iron Throne," the singer, Saxon, had told her.
He was a handsome young man with crystal blue eyes and long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. He was very taken with her, ever since he had come to King's Landing. He had written countless poems and songs for her. He sang them in front of crowds and in private. He always would kiss her on the cheek after the performance. All the ladies would watch with envy, and her husband would watch with anger. As much as Joffery hurt Sansa, he always would pamper her and show jealousy to when it came to other men.
"You are mine," he once whispered into her ear,"Forever and always."
It was alright for him to make jabs at Sansa, but when others made jokes or jests about her, he was always the first to her rescue. She was his toy, not anyone else's, and once Joffery realized that he could not compete with romantic songs and poems, he pampered her. He bought her fur cloaks, beautiful dresses, exotic perfumes and bath salts, gold bracelets, and diamond necklaces. He would sent Saxon away for weeks at a time, but he always came back. He was filled with anger, that he could not show. It was like he was a little boy, he was mean to the prettiest girl but he still wanted her to notice him. But for that to happen, he had to get rid of the singer. So he devised a plan. He got a few other singers to help him. He knew the singer wanted Sansa, but he knew Sansa did not want the singer. Not in her bed anyway.
"Sansa?"
Sansa remember being in the garden and feeling a tug on her dress, she looked down and saw a small servant boy looking up at her innocently.
"Yes," she had asked him, kneeling so they would be face to face.
He pointed to a few singers who sat in a corner singing,"They were wondering if they could have a moment of Me Lady's time."
Sansa smiled at the boy,"Of course,"
She stood and walked over the corner where the singers were.
"Yes?" she had asked softly, shyly, innocently.
"Saxon is waiting for you in your chambers. He has written you a new poem and had begged us to convince you to listen," one of the singers told her.
"Thank you for informing me, I shall make all hast for my chambers," she curtsied and walked out of the hall.
"A new poem!" Sansa whispered excitedly to herself.
She reached her chambers quickly and walked straight in. What she saw in there shocked her. Saxon laid completely naked on top of her bed, with roses scattered all over and two glasses of wine on her bedside. Sansa might have laughed if she had not been so shocked.
"Saxon!" Sansa squeaked in surprise, quickly closing the door behind her. "Quick put your clothes back on, before someone sees you!" she said throwing his breeches at him.
"What are you doing!" Saxon yelled, "Isn't this what you wanted, my flower?"
"Whatever have I done to make you think that I wanted this?" Sansa squealed.
Saxon looked at her in confusion and anger. "Joffery told me you wished to bed me, and said I could have you if I wished!"
Sansa blushed,"You fool, I never said such a thing!" her whole body stiffened, and she remembered her lines,"I am loyal to my beloved King Joffery."
Saxon stood and and took her in his arms,"You know you do not love Joffery! Come Sansa, be my wife for just one night!"
Sansa pushed away from him and said,"I said I love my beloved Joffery, I never wanted you in my bed, I wanted you as my friend!"
Saxon looked at her in anger,"I came here to claim your flower, and I am taking it. Whether you want me to or not!"
Sansa squeaked and made a run for the door. Saxon caught her by the arm and flung her on the floor. He ripped her dress and ran his hands through her body. Sansa screamed and yelled for help. Saxon slapped her across the face and cupped his hand over her mouth. Sansa scratched him and pounded on his chest with no help.
"Shut up bitch!" Saxon yelled at her, fumbling to keep her in place and trying to thrust in her at the same time. Sansa squirmed, kicked, and screamed. Finally Saxon seemed ready to take her when the door flew open.
"Get off my lady, singer!" Joffery yelled.
Saxon and Sansa looked in surprise and saw Joffery, The Hound, and Ser Meryn standing in the door way.
"Ser Meryn teach this singer a lesson for touching my lady." Joffery commanded.
Ser Meryn surged forward and pulled Saxon off Sansa. He punched him in the face and took out his sword and hit Saxon over the head, knocking him unconscious. Satisfied with Ser Meryn's work Joffery smiled. He turned to Sansa smiling. Sansa narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Dog," he commanded,"Give My Lady something to cover herself with."
The Hound ripped his gold cloak, helped Sansa to her feet and wrapped her in the cloak.
Joffery smiled,"Come forward, My Lady."
Sansa walked forward carefully,"Your Grace," she said curtsying.
"Rise," Joffery commanded.
Sansa stood, her eyes still to the floor. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sansa blushed shyly, avoiding his gaze.
He forced her face to look at him,"I hope you learned your lesson, you stupid girl," he said.
"Your Grace?" Sansa asked in confusion.
"I told the singer you wanted to bed him. So when you told him you did not want to, he would try to rape you. Your lesson is that you are mine, forever and always, and to never associate with other men. Or you might get hurt," Joffery told her, his hand reaching to her body and squeezing her breast.
"Yes of course Your Grace. How I could I be so stupid?" Sansa told him.
Joffery smirked,"I will look for you at court." he turned to leave but stopped. "And look pretty will you!"
"Of course Your Grace." Sansa said, eyes to the floor.
She waited until she heard the doors close to lay on her bed and cry.
Sorry I take so long to upload.