The rain had stopped as the ships approached Dragonstone, Sandor and Arya stood next to one another as they looked at the massive palace.

"It's too quiet…" Sandor stared before them, the determination in his eyes only growing as the came closer. "They know we're here."

As if on cue, a single ship appeared from beneath the dark castle. The ship sailed slowly towards the fleet, and it was alone. Memories of the battle in Kings Landing flooded Sandor's mind, and for a moment panic began to fill his eyes. "Wildfire…"

Arya looked at the ship then to Sandor. She could see the fear in his eyes, and she could tell he was ready to flee. Putting a hand on top of his for reassurance she shook her head. "No, this is not the same as Kings Landing." She then pointed to the ship, "Look, the red woman!"

The two of them eyed the priestess as the ship approached, her red hair flowing in the light breeze. The smile on her lips never fading as the two ships came close enough so that she could address them. "Welcome Lord Clegane, and Lady Stark." She nodded her head slightly, "you are most welcome to Dragonstone."

"Enough games witch! Where is Sansa?" Sandor growled and he pulled his sword out, pointing it towards her, though the distance between the two ships protected Melisandre.

With a small laugh, Melisandre shook her head. "So quick to resort to violence." She held her hands to her sides, "we mean you no harm, and I assure you, the Queen is perfectly safe."

Sandor and Arya looked to one another before looking to her once again. "Queen?"

"Lady Sansa has married our King, together they will retake the Iron Throne." Melisandre smiled, looking to Arya. "I knew you and I would meet again, you sister is quite anxious to see you." She then looked to Sandor again, "I assure you, no harm will come to you. Please join us inside?"

"Into a trap you mean?" Sandor looked to the fleet of ships behind him, "you started a war you cannot win."

"I assure you Lord Clegane, we mean no harm to you." Melisandre smiled as she turned from them, nodding to the men who prepared to turn the ship. "Isn't that right my Queen?"

Sandor and Arya both gasped as Sansa appeared from below the ship's deck, she moved to stand beside Melisandre as the ship began to turn away from them. "She speaks the truth Sandor, please. I cannot explain right here, but you are safe as long as you do not proceed with this war." Her eyes never left Sandor as the ship turned away from them, slowly heading back into the Dragonstone castle.

"You heard her…" Sandor turned to Eldron, "send word to the fleet, they will remain at bay and not attack. Our ship will be the only one to enter." He then looked to Arya, "be on your toes girl, I do not trust that woman."

"Nor do I! She betrayed Gendry!" Arya looked to the ship as it slowly moved away from them. "I will not let her betray my sister."

"Ser! This is madness, you cannot trust that woman!" Eldron looked from Arya to Sandor, "her powers are legendary, and the Lady Sansa must be under her spell."

"Do not question me or I will feed you to the beasts that swim beneath these waters!" Sandor's voice rumbled the ship as he stormed past Eldron, Arya quick on his heels, not even daring to look at the man as they passed him.

…

Sansa and Joffrey sat in matching thrones as Sandor and Arya were led into the throne room. Joffrey's hand reaching to hers, holding it gently to keep her from running to them. "Remember my sweet, a Queen rises for no one."

"So it's true…" Arya looked at Joffrey, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword. "Let my sister go, or I'll make sure you cannot come back from the dead a second time!"

Sandor placed a hand to Arya's shoulder to keep her from moving too quickly, "careful wolf-girl." He eyed Joffrey a moment, then turned his attention to Sansa. Her eyes locking with his as he spoke. "What game are you playing boy?"

Joffrey chuckled lightly, lifting Sansa's hand to his lips before moving to stand. He looked to Sansa who remained seated. "No game dog…" He caught Sansa grimacing for a moment, "or should I say Sandor, or Lord Clegane?" He grinned as he turned to Sandor, "many things have changed since you and I have last crossed paths."

"Aye…" Sandor stepped towards Joffrey, "and I still mean every word I said that night in Kings Landing. Fuck the King!" He looked to Sansa a moment then back to Joffrey, "whatever spell you have her under will not last."

"I assure you, she is under no spell." Melisandre approached from behind them, her eyes moving over Sandor for a moment. "Yes, I had to put her in one to agree to marry our King." She smiled a bit, "but it seems our Queen is a strong girl, and the spell wore off quickly." She then moved to stand before Arya. "That same strength resides in you young one." She then turned and moved to step beside Sansa's throne.

"I don't believe you!" Arya's words came out in anger, her eyes moving to Sansa. "My sister would not willingly sit at your side!" She then looked at Joffrey, "she hates you!"

"No…" Sansa stood, walking towards Arya. "I am under no spell, not now." She looked at her sister a moment before looking to Sandor, "Yes, I was taken here against my will and even forced to marry Joffrey." She looked over her shoulder at Joffrey then back to Arya and Sandor. "But I am myself once again."

"Then we are here to get you out of here!" Arya grabbed Sansa's hand, "we can fight them!"

Sansa shook her head, "there is no need. The war is not to be fought here." She looked to Sandor, "Melisandre has shown me things I have never seen before, and I know the people of Westeros cry for me to take the throne." She then looked down sadly, "now more than ever, they do not want Tommen as King, nor do they want Margaery as Queen." She looked back at Arya then to Sandor, "I cannot risk a war on Kings Landing, I cannot risk their lives."

"So you would stay with this bastard then? Let him beat you and torture you all over again?" Sandor's eyes filled with anger as he remembered the way Sansa had been treated in Kings Landing.

"The King has taken a blood vow, he cannot harm our Queen. Should he raise his hand in anger or violence towards her, he would die a most torturous death." Melisandre spoke, though she did not move from her spot near the thrones. "The lord of light does not take kindly to the mistreatment of women."

Sansa looked to Melisandre then back to Arya and Sandor with a nod. "It is true, I was there. I wish I could explain it all." She sighed a bit, "You both were there though, when I gave up my hatred to all of those who had wronged me, Joffrey included."

"Well I haven't!" Arya pulled her sword out and pointed it towards Joffrey, "there is no way I will stand by and let this go on."

Joffrey stepped forward, moving to stand beside Sansa. He held his arms out to his side with a smile. "Go ahead my lady, this one is on me."

Without a second thought, Arya let out a scream. Her sword plunging deep into Joffrey's stomach as everyone else could only watch in horror.

"Arya no!" Sansa's screams echoed through the throne room.

The room had quickly gone silent, as Joffrey did not move. Arya looked up at him as he still stood with the same smile. Her eyes then moved to where her sword still remained pierced in his gut, yet no blood poured from his wound.

"Impossible!" Sandor pulled Arya away from Joffrey, watching as her sword came from him, only leaving a tear in his shirt and nothing else.

"Nothing is impossible when you are blessed by the lord of light." Melisandre stepped beside Joffrey. "His life was bound to another, young Arya did indeed just take a life." Her eyes moved to the fire burning in the room. "It was not just our Kings."

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Meanwhile in Kings Landing, the screams of a woman could be heard echoing the halls of the Red Keep. Guards ran in a rush towards the Queens chambers but were too late. As they entered the room, Margaery laid lifelessly on the floor. Blood pouring from a single stab wound in her stomach, yet no assailant could be found.

Joffrey had gotten his vengeance on the Tyrell's.

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