Sansa had been escorted to the tower cells by a handful of Tywin's soldiers so she could visit Arya and Sandor. Tywin said it was a betrothal gift, a way to make her smile. Sansa had to hold back from spitting his words back in his face and had simply nodded to him, putting on a fake smile. "Open their cells, I wish to see them." She looked at the guards.

"My lady we are under strict order not to let The Hound out, but we can let your sister out for a short period." The guard then moved to open the door that led to Arya's cell, unlocking it and allowing it to open.

Sansa sighed, she had hoped they would have opened Sandor's, knowing he would have tried to fight them. But knew Tywin was too smart to let that happen. She moved to Arya's cell and walked in, finding her sister huddled in the corner. "Arya?"

Arya looked up at the light that filled the dark room and instantly jumped to her feet. She grabbed Sansa and hugged her tight. "Sansa, what are you doing here? Are you here to get us out of here?"

Sansa held Arya close, trying to hold back any tears that tried to escape her eyes. "Not yet Arya, but you will be free soon, I promise." She let her hand move over her sister's dirty hair, "how have they been treating you?"

Arya looked up at Sansa, her face covered in dirt, "they feed us, that is about it."

Sansa led Arya out of her cell to sit on a wooden bench that was outside of the cell. "I will request that they possibly move you somewhere more comfortable. I am sure if I behave, I can have you treated as a lady should be."

Sandor let out a snort from behind his door causing both Sansa and Arya to look towards it. "He'll betray ya little bird, once you give him what he wants."

Sansa frowned looking down at Arya and shook her head, "I have to try, I am supposed to be named Queen of the north. What kind of Queen would I be if I couldn't even protect my own sister, or the man who had cared for me when I needed it most?"

Arya looked up at Sansa, "you can't do it. He's old and disgusting! We can find another way out of here!"

Sansa held Arya tightly to her as she kissed the top of her head, "he was going to have you executed today as traitors. I had no time to find another way." She then looked around confused, "what about Ser Meryn?"

Sandor snorted again and Arya looked up at her sadly, "he was called a traitor for fighting the city watch and executed."

Sansa's heart dropped, she held no love for Meryn, but knew he was trying to make up for the past. And he died trying to protect her. She kissed the top of Arya's head again, "I cannot have any more blood spilled in my name." She then slowly stood, letting go of Arya, "I will not let my sister be killed because I cannot face my fate." She then turned to see the guards moving closer, knowing it was time for her to leave.

"Sansa?" Arya looked up at her, "how can you be so brave?"

"She's a Stark, she's a wolf." Sandor said it so quietly but Arya and Sansa both heard it.

Sansa smiled slightly and nodded looking to Arya, "I know our mother and father are with me, they will take care of me." She then moved to the door to Sandor's cell, stepping up on her toes so she could look in the small barred window. "Sandor, thank you, for everything. I promise you, I will repay you for everything you have done for me."

Sansa then turned back to Arya who instantly ran to her and hugged her tight, "I love you my little brat of a sister." She smiled slightly, "I will talk to Lord Tywin about finding more suitable quarters for you, for both of you."

Arya nodded just as one of the guards grabbed her arm to drag her back to her cell. "Stay strong Sansa!"

…

"How was your visit darling?" Tywin looked up to Sansa as she returned to the chambers that had been prepared for her. He had been sitting at the small dining table as he had promised, to dine with her that evening.

Sansa moved to sit opposite of him and smiled as well as she could, "as well as can be expected My Lord." She looked down to her plate then looked back to him. "My sister, Arya, she looks awful." She knew she was pushing her boundaries, but she would do anything for her sister. "I know she and Sandor are prisoners, but could they not be moved to more appropriate chambers?"

Tywin looked at her curiously, her request causing him to grin slightly. "Appropriate chambers? As prisoners, those cells are quite appropriate."

"Arya is a Lady of Winterfell, and Sandor has pretty much been my sworn shield." She looked down at her plate again. "I hate seeing them in those cells after all they have done for me." In all honesty, she felt so guilty. Once again, she was being treated as a noble lady while her poor sister was being treated as an orphaned child.

"My betrothed is unhappy it seems," Tywin tapped at his chin, "I cannot have this, your happiness is most important to me my lady." He then turned to his young squire who stood behind him. "See to it that Lady Sansa's sister is moved to a proper room fitting her station, as well as Clegane. The Stark girl will have one handmaiden to look after her and tend to her. But see to it that they are kept in their rooms under constant guard." He looked to Sansa, "I cannot risk them trying to steal away my beautiful bride."

Sansa looked up to him, forcing another smile to her face. 'I am a Stark of Winterfell, I can be strong.' She then returned her gaze to the plate before her. "Thank you my lord."

He nodded, picking up his wine glass as he watched the girl before him. "Eat child, you have hardly touched anything since you've returned to Kings Landing."

Sansa nodded, reaching for her plate she took a small bite of the ham that had been prepared. Arya loved ham, she wondered what kind of food her poor sister was being fed in her prison cell.

…..

Arya looked around the room she was standing in. It was at least three times larger than the cell she had been in just hours before. The windows overlooked the Blackwater, and from the looks of it, she was at one of the highest points of the castle. She had tried opening her door but found it had been locked from the outside, not that it would have helped much. Turns out Tywin had placed several guards outside her door as Sandor's room was the one next to hers.

The handmaiden that had been provided for her had filled her bath for her and laid out some clean clothes. All dresses, which made Arya angry. She hadn't worn a dress since she left Kings Landing and wanted to keep it that way. Now it seemed that she was supposed to in order to please Tywin. "Seven Hells…" She picked up one of the dresses and looked at it in disgust, "I'd rather kill myself."

"I think that would upset your sister wolf-girl." Sandor stepped through a door at the side of her room.

"How did you get in here?" Arya looked at him a bit confused.

"Adjoining rooms…" He signaled to the door, "You can lock it when you need privacy."

Arya sighed sitting on the edge of her bed, tossing the dress to the floor. "Sansa really is going to marry him, isn't she?"

Sandor looked at her and nodded, "aye, it seems so." He moved his arm around the room, "she seems to have kept her promise to increase our comfort." The look on his face showed his anger, and yet something else.

"You love her, don't you?" Arya looked directly up at him, "I heard Tywin say it before, is it true?"

Sandor groaned rubbing his forehead slightly, "I don't know love, never have. But I care for the little bird." He looked to Arya, "I want to shake some sense into her, this is not the right choice for her."

"He won't be like Joffrey, will he?"

"If he hurts her in any way, I will kill him, I promise you that." He looked at her, anger had filled his eyes. "If he does free us, he had better be far away, because I will not stop until he is dead."

Arya nodded and stood up, "same here. He may force her to marry him, but we can make her an early widow!" She then looked to her door, "but we should probably not say it out loud." She grinned slightly, "I guess I'll take you off my list… for now."

Sandor chuckled slightly before turning to return to his room, "keep your strength up wolf-girl, you're going to need it."

….

"It's so exciting, isn't it Sansa?" King Tommen was walking with Sansa through the gardens. Tywin had told him Sansa was more than happy to accept his proposal so he assumed Sansa was happy.

"Yes your grace, I am sure I will be the happiest woman in all of Westeros." She looked down at the young King, "well until you are of age and marry, I can imagine your bride will find true happiness with you."

Tommen let out a small laugh, picking a red rose and handing it to Sansa. "Grandfather says that the wedding will be in a week, but I have not seen the dressmaker helping you. Do you already have a gown?"

Sansa smiled as he handed her the rose, smelling it slightly. If anything could get her through all of this, it was knowing she would have such a sweet boy in her life. "No your grace, I have not had a dress made yet. Lord Tywin says that I will be meeting with the dressmaker later today."

Tommen jumped slightly as he laughed, still showing he was the little boy he appeared to be. "You know all I want is to see you happy, after all my awful brother did to you." He then looked up at her, "we will have Winterfell rebuilt for you, we will make it even more magnificent then it was before."

Sansa smiled warmly at the young king, his heart was in the right place. It killed her to know that he was being deceived by so many at such a young age. She vowed she would never do the same to him if she could help it. "Thank you your grace."

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(((So, do you guys think there will be a wedding?)))

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