Author's Notes: Hello again, still own nothing, Martin does.
That night Sansa paced in her room. She was alone; her husband, keeping to his promise, did not force himself on her. Before she had used this privacy to mourn but no more, she was done with tears, now she used it to plot revenge. Though her resolve was still strong, the more she thought about her course of action the more the difficulties became apparent; she had neither friends nor knowledge of weapons any attempt to extract vengeance by directly confronting those responsible would result only in her death.
So she paced in her room and considered her options. What was she to do? She was one woman against an entire power structure that had wealth, power and, it seemed, the support of the gods themselves? It made her want to start weeping all over again.
Then it came to her; yes, it was a structure. Her mind went back to when they had all been together at Winterfell; all the children had been making a snow castle but it kept falling down. Maester Luwin had come out and Robb had complained about it to him. Luwin had smiled and shown them how to use sticks to support their castle. Structural support points, that's what he had called them. Or at least, she thought that's what he had called them, at the time she had been fantasizing about the beautiful princess and brave knight that lived there.
She grimaced. How stupid she had been then, her head always in the clouds, never learning anything useful. But she did remember Luwin telling them that without supports a structure fell down. That was it; she did not have to attack directly, she had to find her enemies' supports.
The Freys and the Boltons depended on the Lannisters; the Lannisters depended on Lord Tywin and Lord Tywin depended on his family's wealth and influence and she was in the perfect position to strike. She was here, at Kings Landing, the center of power. She could go anywhere and hear everything, after all, she was the wife of a member of the Small Council, and everyone thought her too stupid and timid to be a threat.
She would prove them all wrong. Her mind made up she steeled herself. Tonight was Joffery's victory feast. She knew he mainly wanted her there so he could torment her with the death of the last of her family. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She would go and say all the right things and behave as expected and people would think her cowed and broken, a little bird who sang whatever tune it was commanded to sing, and she would watch.
She would look at the people around her. She would not look at them as she had before, first as ladies and knights, then later as potential tormenters. Now she would look to see who mattered to the Lannisters, which ones helped prop them up and which she could strike at.
Author's Notes: Hello. Yes, yes I know these chapters have been short. Think of these as set up. The one will be long I promise. Things start happening in the next one. Please let me know if these first two need work, that's a good thing about them being short, easy to fix. Bye for now, please keep praying for Shawn and may Jesus bless you all.