Arya stood on the deck, bow in hand. She had been practicing for hours as they continued to sail towards Dragonstone. Sandor watched from a distance, he did not think she needed anymore practice, her aim seemed nearly perfect, and her timing was on, she never held her bow for too long before shooting. He wondered where she had learned to shoot so well from.

"It was a mistake, letting the kid come…" Eldron stood beside Sandor, watching Arya as she shot at the makeshift targets. "She's a good shot, but how do you know she won't panic in the heat of battle?"

Sandor let out a laugh, turning to Eldron. "She's not like any child you've met. She's killed more men then you can imagine. I've watched her kill myself." He then turned his attention back to her, "she is well trained, and she learned a lot in Braavos."

"She's a liability." Eldron shook his head a bit, "our focus should be on the Lady Sansa, now we have to worry about protecting her as well."

Sandor let out a growl as he suddenly grabbed a hold of Eldron by his collar. "Listen to me you shit! Arya Stark is not to be taken for granted. She could take half the men aboard this ship with her eyes closed!" He slammed Eldron against the railing, "you worry nothing about the wolf-girl, and say nothing like this again, to anyone!" He then released his grip, turning his attention back to Arya.

Eldron did not dare speak again, he simply stepped back and waited.

…

"Your grace!" Harys ran into the throne room, his hand clutching a letter as he approached Tommen.

"What is it?" Tommen looked at Harys as he stopped below the throne, noticing how tightly he had been holding the letter in his hand.

"I…" He shook his head, clearly out of breath from running from his chambers to the throne room. "A raven arrived today… the news is unspeakable!"

Tommen rolled his eyes as he drummed his fingers against the throne, "well, what is it?"

Harys looked to the crumpled letter a moment before slowly approaching Tommen. "It is from Dragonstone, written by the red woman, Melisandre." He handed the letter to Tommen before he spoke again. "She claims to have resurrected your brother Joffrey and that he has slain Lord Stannis and he has taken Lady Sansa as his bride."

Tommen stood from the throne as he read the letter, his hands shaking as the words seemed to fade from the paper. "Impossible…" He looked to Harys, "Joffrey is dead!" He looked back to the letter, rereading it once again, "this can't…"

"Your grace…" Harys placed a hand to the young King's shoulder, "rumors of the red woman's powers speak of this ability." He motioned towards the letter, "she demands you step down from the throne, give it to the rightful King and Queen."

Tommen shook his head, "Joffrey is a monster! I will never step aside for him!"

"What?" Margaery slowly entered the throne room, causing Harys and Tommen to both quickly turn to her. "Joffrey?"

Tommen stepped down from the throne and quickly approached Margaery, taking a hold of her hand. "We do not know if this is true, or simply a lie to fool us."

She shook her head, her eyes moving to Harys for a moment. "The look your hand gives says otherwise." She looked back to Tommen, "he will have both of our heads."

Tommen squeezed Margaery's hands reassuringly, "my sweet lady, I will never let any harm come to you, I swear it."

Harys approached them while clearing his throat, "apologies, but we must meet with the small council your grace."

Tommen looked to Harys a moment before looking to Margaery, "worry not, we will take care of everything, I promise you." He then kissed her hand lightly before turning to walk off with Harys.

Margaery stood there a moment, shaking her head. She knew better, if Joffrey knew the truth behind his poisoning, she would be one of his first targets. She then turned to rush to her bed chambers.

…

Sansa paced in front of the large windows of the Kings chambers. She once again was dressed in the purple night dress, her auburn hair flowing freely down her back. Her arms crossed over her chest she watched as the weather seemed to grow angry outside.

"Apparently the gods are feeling the same as I am…" she sighed as she sat on the window ledge, looking down at the jagged rocks far below the window. Escape from this place was impossible for her, she could only pray that Sandor would come for her.

"Why so troubled my Queen?" Joffrey approached Sansa from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You have many reasons to be happy, soon you and I will have the Iron Throne. Perhaps we will have word of an heir soon."

Sansa refused to look at him, instead she kept her gaze out the window as she watched the sky darken. She could feel herself shiver as his grip only tightened around her.

"Warm up to me Sansa, I have changed." He moved to sit behind her, pulling her closer to him as he spoke. "I will not hurt you, do not fear."

She shook her head, still refusing to try and look at him. "You killed my father, tortured me for months. You cannot change."

Joffrey let out a laugh as he stood, moving to a nearby table where wine had been left out for them. "Anyone can change, you for one have changed. I've watched you, since my untimely death."

Sansa finally looked to him, the look in her eyes was one of hate. "Speaking of which, when you were… dead, did you see my father? How about my mother, or brother? Or the countless innocents that died because of you?" She stood and approached him, her arms crossed.

"See?" Joffrey laughed as he pointed slightly at her, "that spirit of yours. You always had it, but you hid it. But now you have grown stronger, everything you have been through has given you the strength to break out of that shell."

"And just you wait, I'm not the only one who has changed." She turned from him to move back to the windows. "You and your red witch started a war you cannot possibly hope to win."

Joffrey let out a laugh as he poured two glasses of wine. "The lord of light will protect us, those who oppose us will perish." He then approached her, holding a glass out for her. "But, as a wedding gift for you my lovely bride, I shall spare your sister."

Sansa refused to take the glass from him, keeping her arms crossed she looked at him curiously. "You would spare Arya? And what of the others I care for? What of Tommen and Margaery? What of Sandor?"

Joffrey's face suddenly showed an emotion Sansa had not seen since she had arrived at Dragonstone, it was cold, and angry. It was enough to cause her to back away from him slightly. He was quick to recover though, returning a calm smile to his face. "If they agree to pledge loyalty to us, then I will have them spared." He lifted the glass of wine to her once again, "even your beloved Hound."

She looked at the glass a moment before finally taking it. She looked at the red liquid as it moved inside the glass. She would never believe a word that came from his lips, he was a liar and she knew she could never trust him. Without thinking she suddenly threw the red liquid over him, spilling the entire glass of wine over his smug face before she ran for the chamber doors. Grasping at the handles she let out a scream of frustration when the doors would not open.

"You cannot open them…" Joffrey approached her, his face surprisingly calm as he wiped the wine with the sleeve of his shirt. "Every precaution has been made to ensure your safety here, including keeping you in our chambers." He moved close to her as she pressed her back against the doors. His arms now pressing against the doors on each side of her he tilted his head slightly. His body pressed against her as he pinned her to the door. "Do not test me Sansa Stark, I will not hurt you, I will never hurt you again. But there are many ways I can punish you without hurting you."

Her blue eyes looked into his green ones, fear filling them as she fought tears that started to fill her eyes. She would not give him the satisfaction of her tears, the same satisfaction he got in Kings Landing. "What more could you possibly do?"

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. "I know where your brothers are. Bran and Rickon, they are alive, and I can have that changed." He grinned slightly when he heard her breath catch in her throat, "I want to be a King the people will love, and you can make that happen. But if I have to kill people to make you realize that, I will." He then leaned back slightly so he could look back into her eyes. "Be a good girl my Queen, make it easier on everyone." He then pressed his lips hard against hers in a hard punishing kiss.

…..

(((War is coming to Dragonstone…)))

~Huggles~